#like i've said before u can think u understand but until u hear these stories u dont understand nothing

[leeenuu]

There is a cost to war -- to the countries that wage it, to the soldiers who fight it, to the civilians who endure it. For nations, territory is gained and lost, and sometimes regained and lost again. But some losses are permanent. Lives lost can never be regained. Nor can limbs.   And so it is in Ukraine.   The stories of the people who undergo amputations during conflict are as varied as their wounds, as are their journeys of reconciliation with their injuries. For some, losing a part of their body can be akin to a death of sorts; coming to terms with it, a type of rebirth.   For soldiers wounded while defending their country, their sense of purpose and belief in the cause they were fighting for can sometimes help them cope psychologically with amputation. For some civilians, maimed while going about their lives in a war that already terrified them, the struggle can be much harder.   For the men, women and children who have lost limbs in the war in Ukraine, now in its third month, that journey is just beginning.

[dazai-ritualist]

Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

[before reading this, read the rest of the story!]

— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years… was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

“funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

[ingravinoveritas]

Firstly i dont think she adjusted since moving to the UK what do u think?

And secondly this post feels that its all about her again like and the character is based on her in real life but the project was longed talk about in 2017 as michael said on the Graham norton show to which michael was with Sarah at that point. It's again trying to be the centre of attention again and stay irrelevant just cos she not getting it from michael

What ur thoughts on this recent of post of Al

So, apologies that it took me all week to answer this--I feel like the entirety of the month of February has just caught up with me, which essentially feels like a lot of tiredness hitting all at once.

I did see this on Monday, however, and I just...am again at something of a loss. I got a bit down on myself over my response to her Insta story from the first preview of Nye and thinking I was overreacting/reading too much into things...and then this happens.

The first thing I would say is that I agree with you that AL is making it all about her again. The post itself comes across as PR, which it likely was because Georgia also shared the same clip that day--albeit with a caption that was actually about Michael/centered on the show. And the contrast becomes even more stark when you look at this post from Caroline Sheen. Caroline is Michael's cousin and she had a small role in The Way, and her post is much more personal and essentially what you would expect from someone who is close to someone in the production. Which subsequently makes AL's post look even more like PR in comparison.

But I think what irritates me the most about Anna's post is that it's yet another instance of her making a dig at Wales. Talking of patterns as I tend to do, she did this previously in September of last year (the #FromManhattantoTonypandy hashtag), and in both of these cases it's her reminding everyone of where she lived before, and likely where she still wishes she lived. In thinking of your initial question, AL may have adjusted to Wales in some ways, but it's clearly not where she belongs or thinks she belongs. I've written previously on my blog about her likely thinking she would be living the celebrity life in New York or London, and Wales was almost certainly a place she didn't even know existed until Michael. So this entire post feels like it's tinged with passive-aggressive resentment as a result.

Let me be clear: In no way do I think that moving to a new country is an easy thing, and it is more than understandable that someone might not love every single thing about the place in which they live, especially if they are an outsider coming from a completely different culture. But the thing is, The Way is literally about Wales. It is entirely focused on Welsh identity and history, and it is a project into which Michael has poured a tremendous amount of his passion and energy and time, which speaks to what you mentioned about him talking about this since 2017.

Why, then, would you make such a snarky comment on a post promoting a show so centered on Wales? That your own partner directed, no less? At best, it comes across as thoughtless and self-centered, and at worst, as deliberately disrespectful.

I can also fully understand why Michael put out a tweet of his own promoting the second episode less than an hour after Anna posted that story. If we are to say that Georgia is a good representative for David on social media--which she arguably is, most of the time--then Anna, by contrast, is the worst possible representative for Michael. And a post like the one above only further highlights how mismatched and wrong for each other they truly are. I also think it's pained him to refrain from tweeting for this long, and now he finally has a reason to start again, for which both we and Michael can be thankful.

So yes, those are my thoughts on AL's story from earlier this week. Glad to hear from my followers as well about your reactions to this. Thank you for writing in! x

[ameliawarnerr]

POV: MC is drunk at Aurora and she texts Jake. 

One-shot (but with two parts. Two-shot? Maybe I'm drunk)

Part-1

Background story: When Jake could finally get free of the dark-web world, it was too late. MC told him that she'd moved on and it was best for both of them. But she confuses Jake again, texting him after she gets wasted. And Jake is confused and not at all happy about her recklessness. 

—Jake—

I stare at the screen, eyebrows creased in confusion. My mind is debating if her phone got hacked or it's with the likes of Dan. But then I reread the message, using more of my intellect and pausing the emotions at war. 

MC: IM AT AURORAA AND IF U DONT COMW AND GET ME I WILL SLEEP WITJ THE 1ST GUY I SEE! 

MC: bringg moneyyy some bitcj stole mine

No, it's definitely her. There's no debate about that. I barely pay any attention to the second message. My mind is still stuck on the first one. It's really unsettling. Despite how I've been upset with her, hardly seen or talked to her the past few weeks, still I want to get there as fast as I can. I cannot bear the image of the otherwise scenario. 

My emotions resume the war. I've never understood her entirely before but this is simply beyond my understanding. She went into heavy details explaining to me how she has gotten over me while I was away and how my barging into her life again isn't good for either of us. While I was on the run, making a new identity for myself, cutting ties with anyone who could pull me back into that long stretch of ruin I've been living in, I considered many outcomes. This is one of the more unlikely ones. Or maybe I didn't want to think about it so I didn't consider it fairly. 

She was already having a hard time telling me all the reasons I didn't want to hear, so I left. Ever since then, I've stayed at Lilly's place and it's a relief that her friends usually hang out at Cleo’s or Jessica’s. I haven't seen her or talked to her since then but I couldn't help asking Lilly how MC was doing every once in a while. Lilly would always tell me that MC felt like a different person and that I should talk to her. I refused. I simply couldn't bring myself to. 

I can't understand if she doesn't want me anymore then why am I the one she's texting when she's wasted at a bar. I guess I’d have to wait until she's sober. I feel a ting of hope and my mind calling me an idiot. 

I stop my car in front of Aurora’s front door. Usually, people are entering and exiting at every hour but as the street gets darkened, no one is seen around. Of course, it's 2 am. Why would anyone be here at 2 am when only a month ago a girl was abducted and another was found dead? And obviously, that anyone has to be MC. 

Sometimes her recklessness throws me over to the edge. 

I rush inside. All lights are shut down, only two of them shine at the counter. One male waiter cleans up the leftovers on the tables while another walks to the kitchen, loosening the knot on his apron. At the counter, MC is seated on one of the high stools, her head resting on the counter while her hands move above her head as she's explaining or complaining about something to…well, to the bar owner. Phil Hawkins. 

He's bent over to the counter, his arms set on the counter as he's nodding while grinning. His eyes fly to me as I near them. I notice that her phone is left unlocked on the counter with our chat opened so Phil isn't surprised to see me here. I have only met him once and let's say that didn't change my dislike for him. 

“We’ve only met once. And it feels like I've known you for years.” He says, straightening. 

I raise my eyebrow at him. “I don't return the sentiment.” 

Then as I stride to the counter, beside MC, I understand what he meant. 

MC is wasted, talking about me while being totally oblivious of my presence. “And I told him, Phil. I told him. You know what I said?” Her hands are moving vaguely, her voice is uneven, getting high randomly. It's sort of cute. “I said,” Her voice becomes a bit stable as she tries to deepen it. “I will know your identity soon.” 

I can't believe she's with a… decent looking guy, somewhat and she's still talking about me. I don't know how to feel about that. But I guess this just reminds me of what we could've had, could've been.

“And you know what he told me then? I remember it as clear as the day as we speak.” She moves her hand hysterically. I bite back a laugh and I look at Phil doing the same. 

Then, he says, “What? What did he say to you?” 

I would not be a part of this if I didn't want to hear her complaining about me. It's surprisingly funny and adorable. I don't use words like ‘adorable’ to describe anything else. I think I can't anymore– she's set the bar too high. 

She clears her throat, raising her head slightly, pointing a finger straight at the wall. “You can't. I am the hacker everyone's after. I'm unbeatable.” She pretends to be me, making her voice rough and deep but fails adorably. I couldn't help it anymore– I broke into a grin.

I decided to intervene. “I certainly didn't say anything of that sort.” 

Her pointed finger freezes at my voice. She slowly turns her head towards me as I try not to smile. But as soon as my eyes meet her, there's an effortless smile on my mouth before I can even begin controlling it. She stares at me for a moment. Her hair is a little messy, eyes squinting at me. Then she brings her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, Phil, I summoned him.” 

I take a step forward. “Yes, you did.” I take another step forward, sliding into the stool next to her as I sweep her phone from the counter. I hold it up for her to see. “By texting me. With an awful amount of typos.” 

She snatches her phone from my head. “That wasn't me. It might be the owner of the bar– Phil.” She blames as if she doesn't see him standing two feet away from the counter. “But anyways.” She puts her phone on the counter. “You look too hot to be sent back now.” She places a hand on my chest. 

Phil coughs. “Alright. That's my cue to leave.” 

MC’s gaze follows his figure as he leaves. Then, she leans towards me and whispers, “You know, although it was true but I just said that so he'd leave.” 

I lean forward and whisper back, “Excellent plan. Next time, include me as well.” 

She nods several times. “For sure.” 

“Are you ready to leave?” I ask her. 

“Did you bring the money?” She questions. 

“Depends. How much do you need?” I place my elbow on the counter, supporting my head as I look at her panicking. 

“Well, w-well. It's about 300$.” She scratches her neck. And this time I am the one panicking. Not because of the money, of course, but because— 

“You drank 300$ worth of alcohol?” 

She blinks. “No. I broke three bottles. Phil told me he'd go easy on me so I have to pay for just two of them.” She shows two fingers, smiling. 

I try to look stoic. I look at her finger with the same grim expression and she lowers them awkwardly. I straighten, removing my elbow from the counter. I clear my throat, lowering my head, trying not to show her my smile.

I return my gaze to her. She asks, hopefully, “So do you have 300$?” 

I do. But I put my lips into a thin line, shaking my head as she frowns. “I don't have the money. But you know what? I have nothing to worry about since you're one who needs to pay.” I return my elbow on the counter. “All I'm saying is that it's not my problem.” 

Her mouth slightly opens and closes. She looks around, fidgeting a little. Then, she looks back at me. “So, you are going to leave?” Her voice is small and I almost give in. 

I shrug. “I can leave and come back with the money.” I offer and notice the immediate refusal on her face. “Do you want me to come back with the money?” 

She looks down, at her hands. “Don’t do that.” 

It takes me a moment to recover from the vulnerability in her voice. I realise as cute as she looks right now, but I still don't want her to be in his state when someone trusted isn't around her, someone who can protect her. That's when I promise to lecture her about this once she's sober. I don't care if we haven't spoken for weeks or where we stand right now. 

But right now, I'm calm, knowing she texted me and that I am here with her. 

“Why?” I ask. “Weren’t you planning to sleep with the first guy you see here? Once I'm gone, you could do that.” I do my best not to process my own words. 

She's still looking at her hands. “No, I only said that so that you'll come and get me. But it's fine if you don't want to pay for me. You can leave—” 

The last word stretches as I pull her stool closer to mine. Her legs stumble together between mine. Her head turns upwards as her eyes dart to different parts of my face. 

“You think I'm going to leave you here? I am here to get you and I would've come even if you hadn't sent me that threat of a message. Even if you had sent me a made-up word or merely just one letter or just my name, I would've come for you.” I affirm here, speaking very softly but ensuring my words hold the right heaviness for her to believe. 

“Even if you didn't know where I was?” She asks. 

“Even if I didn't know where you were. I'd find you.” I answer. 

“Even if I make you pay a huge debt and ignore you the next day?” 

“I’d be hurt if you ignored me. I don't care about the money.” 

“Even if I hurt you?” 

I hesitate. “Doesn’t matter. I'll get over it.” 

“And even if I make terrible jokes?” 

“Especially when you make jokes. Terrible or not.” 

She eases into a smile. I raise both my hands, fixing her hair with a smile. At last, I rested them on her shoulder. “Let’s go?” 

She nods. I nod back. “Just so you know, I’m not saying anything right now because you're too drunk to remember but once you get sober, I'm giving you a lecture about this stupid thing you did.” I can't help but to think what if I didn't see the message, or she couldn't find her phone. I don't particularly like Phil after tonight but what if he wasn't here or she had gone to some other place. 

“Good luck to her.” She says. And I laugh out loud, grabbing her phone and shoving it in my pocket. I put the money on the counter and turn to her. “Are you cold?” I ask her as I stand. 

“Cold? No. I'm extremely hot and a warm person. You were cold when we first talked.” She points a finger at me, accusingly as she tries to stand. 

“I’m sorry. Forgive me. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know who that person was anymore.” I put a hand around her waist as she leans into me. We walk towards the exit. 

“Really?” She asks, looking at me. 

“Really. He was so reserved and guarded.” I say, matching her accusing tone. 

“I know, right? He would ask me about all my findings on the case and wouldn't tell me anything he'd do all day.” She threw her hand, expressing her annoyance. 

I grin. “Really? He did that to you? That's so unfair. If I were you, I would never work with him.” We reach the door. I hold her with one hand as I opened the door. 

“Well, I wouldn't do that.” She says, unsure. 

“Why not?” I ask as we walk towards my car. It's been a long time since I've talked to her. I can't stop myself. I don't want to waste any second being silent. Turns out, I really don't know who I was before I met her. 

“Well, he would say ‘good job, MC’. I liked that.” She says, mimicking me. 

We reach the door to the passengers' seat. I hold it open for her as she stumbles onto the seat. She wriggles a little until she's comfortable. “Finally.” She eases back into the seat. Then, she looks at me. “I knew texting you was the right thing to do.” 

“Good job, MC.” 

She stares, processes, then she blushes. I close the door, smiling in an idiotic manner. When I enter the car, she removes her shoes. She sits comfortably putting her leg on the seat, looking at me, expectantly. 

“You want something from me?” 

“Say that again.” 

—To be continued—

Part 2

[will80sbyers]

"I can't and will not have any empathy for this man lmao y'all are wasting your empathy on him" "I think they wrote him as an heavily narcissistic and sadistic sociopath since childhood…I think he was born like that and in his case he was always going to become violent even without powers"

^ that was u in december 2022.

"born like that" "he would have become violent even without powers" do u hear urself. gen q. becuz those statements completely ignore the trauma he went thru nd categorize him as innately bad. now u out here talking about "i never said he didn't have trauma" yes u did. no 2 ways abt it.

Like I said, where am I saying he's not human for that or doesn't have trauma ???

At most you think people with mental health disorders are evil and not human if you understand that from my posts

Psychopaths, people with narcissistic personality disorders etc are ALL humans and even people that have propensity to violence, and violent impulses since childhood are humans and they exist and can even be born with violent impulses before experiencing heavy trauma because of mental health disorders and their symptoms, which I believe he had because he liked torturing his sister and parents and animals to release his dissatisfaction with life

I will not have empathy for that MAN is my view on it, I don't think he deserves empathy to have "a redemption arc" (that was what people were wanting for him in that moment in the tag) because as I said I don't forgive him for any of his actions since he's a 40yo continuing to abuse and kill people every day of his life, dedicating his whole life to have revenge on a child

I've said multiple times he had trauma and was abused by Brenner and if the times were different and he had access to actual help as a child he could have been saved from his fate, but as things were in the narrative he was doomed to end up like he did because of who he was surrounded by + his mentality that was developing in feeling pleasure when he has control on other beings because he lacked control

I think he was born without much capacity of feeling empathy because the script talks about him like that he's feeling satisfaction from killing other animals, and he said himself he didn't relate to anyone around him, he was not feeling connection to any of them until Patty if that's the canon of the show, and had no problems hurting animals which is the first sign something was wrong even before Brenner intensified his symptoms

The Duffers and writers talk about him as a psychopath multiple times and have intended that in their text, I don't think "psychopaths" or people with low empathy are not humans or can't be abused, I don't even think everybody that has low empathy is evil or inherently bad and never said that, I think Henry was doomed because of his circumstances, he would have grown up to kill to retain control in his life if the setting was a human one and he had experienced the same trauma

He's a character in a TV show that wants to tell the story of the cycle of abuse without excusing that and that's what has been shown on screen for now

I would also argue that making him just a puppet to some random evil monster makes him way less human than making him have a mental health condition if your interpretation of the show ends up being correct which I highly doubt, I think he's well aware of the choices he makes at the moment

[awkwardlyfangirly]

ok hello i'm the anon that said you were my fav writer (which still rings true ily💖) and i had this idea and i know you'd be the absolute best at making it into a story (if you want) so leo's got this s/o and they get killed during the events of the movie. well after the kraang are banished and all that april gets him a build a bear kinda teddy bear that was his s/o's fav color with a heartbeat and a voice box of their laughter (hopefully you know what i mean here lol) so leo like cuddles this thing to death every night and brings it with him everywhere he can and he looses it one day or the heartbeat sound stops working and he gets rlly mega freaked out and that's when his bros realize he has a bad attachment to the bear so they try and help him move on as best as he can? does this make sense? i thought of writing it myself but i couldn't hold a candle to your talent so i was hoping you might maybe wanna write about it?? if not it's cool and i appreciate you very much

-💖 anon

ehehe i Love the level of detail u put into this >:))

also you're too kind :')) I've never posted fanfiction before and y'all have been so sweet and encouraging ahhh

okay I've never been to build-a-bear so i just used teddy bear town so i could kinda improvise how it worked! but my google history is still like "build a bear heartbeat" "can you wash build a bear in washing machine" "how does build a bear voice box work" lolol

anywizzles! hope u enjoy! I'm always open to any feedback u guys have, positive or negative - I'd love to be a better writer haha and i appreciate hearing what works and what could be better

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leo x female self-insert ~ tw/cw: character died in the past; characters dealing with grief and mourning; a graphic nightmare scene <3

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He still sees her in his dreams.

He doesn’t believe in ghosts, but her memory is sure haunting him, night after night after night.

Every time he dozes off, she’s there.

Sometimes the dreams are sweet: her hands on his face, her lips on his mouth, her voice and her smile and her warmth.

And then she fades away.

He’ll wake up reaching out for her. His hands will stretch after her and he’ll gasp her name and she’ll smile softly and then as more and more consciousness wafts back to him he’s forced to understand, to remember. She’s gone. She’s dead.

And sometimes the dreams are nightmares. Sometimes he’s forced to watch her die, again and again and again and again. He’ll get so excruciatingly close to saving her. But she’ll rot away in his hands. Sometimes he is her, feeling the life drain out of himself as he falls to his knees above himself and gathers himself up in his arms.

Sometimes he kills her. Sometimes he is the Krang, hardening three of his tentacles into sharp points and piercing her body right where it is the most vulnerable. Sometimes he feels her blood coating his hands, and he stumbles back with a gasp, and rushes to the bathroom to wash and wash and wash but his hands are red, red, warm and wet and red, and the more he washes the more the blood spreads, until he is covered and dripping in the bathroom, and then when he turns he sees his brothers, open-mouthed and angry, and then when he turns around again, frantically, he sees his reflection in the mirror and it is her, blood-bathed and sobbing.

He hasn’t been sleeping much at all.

It’s been three months since that day, and he’s been spending most of his nights awake. Watching Donnie work, or trying to read, or playing video games, or anything else he can think of to keep his mind switched on. But obviously, he can only go for so long before his body begins to shut itself down. And then he has to sleep. Lost, restless, anxious sleep. He wakes up sweating, drawing in the sheets, shaking and afraid. He naps in the daytime, exclusively; when he wakes back up, there will be brothers ready to distract his minds and his nervous hands. The nighttime is too dark and lonesome and unforgiving to wake up from a nightmare in.

But he won’t tell anyone about any of this. He won’t show it.

All the others make no secret of their grief -- even Mayhem curls up in her old hoodies and whimpers himself to sleep. But Leo? Leo is so carefree and so cheerful and so accepting of it all that April can tell he’s hurting worse than anyone.

April sighs to herself.

She’s standing in the production line at Teddy Bear Town, armed with Raph’s free-bear frequent buyer card, holding a bear husk in her favorite color, waiting to upload a message into a voice box to place inside of the bear. She has the recording up on her phone already, a voicemail from her to Leo that she had asked Donnie to send to her.

Finally, the recording station opens up, and she places her phone next to the microphone. She takes a breath and hits “play.”

“Hiii, my love,” her voice croons. “I miss you. It’s been, like, what, two days? I miss you. I’m on my way back right now but I literally can’t wait until I get home to talk to you again. Call me back. I love you. My lovely, lovely Leo. I love you. Bye. Kisses. Mwah.”

It hurts to hear her, her voice warm and happy and innocent and so, so alive. April bites at her lip and ends the recording.

She puts the voice box in the bear, and a heartbeat heart in the bear; and then when she takes it home she douses it with her favorite scent.

The bear goes in a nice box and she takes it to the lair.

“Heyy,” she says, poking her head into the living room. “Is Leo here? I have --” she drops her voice “-- the bear.”

“I think he’s asleep in the room,” Mikey says. He’s eyeing the box, obviously desperate to see the bear.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I go give it to him now?” April gives in and reaches into the box, pulling out the bear and handing it to Mikey so he can examine it. “I can put it next to him or something.”

“I think he’d like that,” Raph says, softly.

“Okay.” She reaches out her hands and Mikey reluctantly hands the bear back.

“It smells just like her,” he says, his eyes getting watery.

April hugs him and then carries the bear over to the bedroom. She tries the door and it opens easily; she steps inside and glances at Leo in bed.

He’s twitching, twitching, whimpering gently and turning like a rotisserie chicken. The sheets are winding around him, tight, tight. His forehead is pale and sweaty.

“No,” she can hear him mumbling. “No. No. Please.”

She immediately shakes one of his shoulders, and he jolts awake, lunging at her but too constricted by his sheets to move much at all.

“Whoa! Leo!”

He struggles against the sheets for a moment before recognition comes back into his eyes; he freezes, wide-eyed, muscles still tense and quivering.

He doesn’t speak.

“Hey. Hey. You alright?”

He doesn’t speak.

April sighs gently and untangles the sheets from around him.

“I know,” she whispers. “I know, I know. We’ve been through a lot. You… you need anything?”

He shakes his head and forces a smile on his face. There’s not usually anyone with him when he wakes up. He just powers through the aftereffects of the nightmares on his own. He’s never had to deal with the embarrassment of attention.

“Oh, Leo,” April sighs softly, and pats his shoulder. “You know you can always talk to me if you need to, right?”

He nods.

“I got you something,” she says, reaching into the box and then changing her mind and just putting it down on the bedspread. “You can look at it after I leave, okay? I love you. Take care of yourself. Remember that you can talk to any of us, anytime. I love you.”

And then she’s gone, and he’s sitting up in bed, his heart still pounding, his palms sweaty, his ears ringing. She shouldn’t have seen that. No one should ever see that.

He sighs and rubs at his temples and stares at the box. Finally he reaches forward to grab it, and pulls it back towards himself, and opens it and reaches inside. His fingers make contact with something soft and fuzzy, and his blood stills when he recognizes the scent.

It’s her. It’s her smell.

He pulls out the bear, his heart pounding again, and examines it in the low light of his room. It’s her favorite color. He presses his face against its belly -- it smells like her. It’s soft, and cuddly, and it smells like her.

Each inhale feels like a stab wound.

He squeezes the left paw and she starts to talk.

He sits, silent, wide-eyed, barely breathing, staring at the bear as her voice talks at him. Her voice.

He lays down again, clutching the bear to his chest with a death grip that would probably strangle it if it could actually breathe, pressing the paw again and again and again. Listening to her talk. She’s talking to him.

“My lovely, lovely Leo,” she says. “I love you.”

Leo breathes in. Long, and shuddery, and then before he knows it he’s on his side and in the fetal position: choking and coughing on hoarse sobs that rake at his chest with each breath.

He tries the other paw and it’s a heartbeat. Soft, and gentle, and it doesn’t stop as long as he’s holding on tight. He shoves his face into the bear’s stomach again, and the heartbeat thumps reassuringly against his forehead.

He curls around the bear like it’s the only thing holding him afloat.

He wakes up eventually, after a dark and dreamless sleep, and the first thing he notices is that the pillow and the bear are both damp. The space under his eyes is damp, too.

He presses the left paw again.

She speaks.

“I love you,” he tells her. The last time he said it, she was bleeding out in his arms. He holds the bear tight to his chest, squeezing it like she’s come back to him.

He leaves his room to get a snack in the kitchen -- hungry, suddenly, and much braver with her scent held close. He’s pressing down on the right paw, feeling the synthetic heart beat against him.

April is still over; she’s sitting in the living room, watching TV with Leo’s brothers. Their eyes follow him. He pretends not to notice.

He feels so tired. He’s holding the bear so tight, and he feels so tired.

He goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge and stares at the shelves for a while, feeling the cool air nipping at his beak and the heartbeat pulse against his plastron.

Finally, he just closes the fridge door and walks back into his room. And he sits on his bed, and presses his face against her scent, and squeezes the left paw, again and again.

“I love you,” she tells him. “Hi, my love. I love you. I miss you. I love you. I love you.”

He falls asleep again.

His brothers and April peek their heads into the room and see him: wrapped around the bear, curled tight against the wall, still and quiet.

“He looks so calm,” April whispers. “He was… kind of freaking out earlier.”

“You think the bear’s helping??”

“I hope so.”

Leo will not let go of the bear.

He takes her around the house, clutched in his arms; he takes her to the grocery store and the pizza parlor; the only time he leaves her is when he’s heading out on patrol. He doesn’t want anything to happen to her. She sits tucked under the covers when he’s away.

He will not let go of the bear.

It’s been seven months since her death when he misplaces the bear. (She’s been tangled up in his sheets and thrown into the washer. But he doesn’t know that. All he knows is that she’s gone.)

He runs into the living room, panting, shaking, grabbing Raph by the shoulders.

“She’s gone!” he screams, pulling Raph’s face close to his own. “Have you seen her?? She’s GONE!”

“What?? Who’s gone??”

And he screams her name and then bounces from foot to foot, waiting for Raph to do anything, to say anything; and finally he just runs off again, back to the bedroom, tearing apart anything and everything he can get his hands on. She’s gone.

“I should have had Donnie put a tracker,” he rambles, running back into the living room and starting to rip off the couch cushions. “She’s gone. She’s gone. Where could she be?? She was in my room!! In my bed! Right under the covers! Someone took her, right?? I don’t know where else she could be. Oh no. I lost her. I lost her. No. No.”

“Leo, calm down --” Raph starts to say, but Leo wheels around and stares at him, pale and wringing his hands together, and so Raph stands up and starts to look with him.

Eventually all four brothers are looking; and finally Mikey screams from across the house and Leo drops everything he’s holding and chases the sound of his voice, frantically, until finally they slam into each other in the doorway of the laundry room and Mikey presses a familiar lump into his arms.

She’s damp, and floppy, and her fur is kind of weird now, and her scent is greatly subdued, but it’s her.

Leo shoves his face into her belly and squeezes her tight in his arms, catching his breath for a moment, gasping in whatever remnants of her scent he can get. And then he presses one of her paws, and then the other; and there’s just a staticky gurgling from one paw and nothing from the other.

“No,” he says, starting to panic again. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no --”

“Leo, what is it? We found it for you --”

“She doesn’t work,” he mumbles. He presses the paws again, frantically, desperately: “She doesn’t work. Where’s her voice?? Where’s her voice?? Where’s her heartbeat??”

“Leo, calm down. It’s okay. We’ll get you a new one, alright?”

“No,” he says again, starting to flap his hands. The bear shakes along with them. “No, no, no, no, no. I can’t just replace her --”

“It’s a bear, Leo. It’s fine --”

“No!”

“Leo! Calm down!” Raph reaches out for him, trying to wrap him in his arms so he’s safe and constricted and starts to settle down; but Leo dodges away and holds his bear tightly, securely, backing into a corner of the room.

“She’s broken,” he mumbles.

Raph and Mikey exchange a Look.

The three non-Leo brothers discuss the matter later that night, once Leo has gone to bed. They discuss the matter of him, and the bear. The decision is unanimous: they have to talk to him about the way he feels about the bear.

They corner him first thing in the morning.

“Hey,” Raph says softly, as soon as Leo stumbles bleary-eyed into the kitchen, dangling the bear by one paw. “How you doing, buddy??”

Leo shrugs and feels around in the cabinet for a box of cereal.

“We have to talk about the bear,” Mikey says.

“Look, we understand that you love it, and the last thing we would want is to take something that you love away from you -- but we’re getting worried about you, Leo. It’s not quite healthy to get so attached to a toy like that.” Donnie rubs at his arms.

Leo squeezes the bear against his chest.

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snaps. “I can love my bear if I want to. It had her voice in it, remember? And her smell? It comforted me.”

“But, Leo --” Mikey starts.

“No! No ‘but leos’!”

“But, Leo -- comfort and dependence are two very different things. You’ve gotten dependent on that bear. And we know you miss her, and the bear reminds you of her, but --”

“Stop talking about her!” Leo shouts. “Her, her, her -- you didn’t know her! You didn’t love her! Not like I did!! Stop talking about her like you understand what it meant to lose her!” And he squeezes his fists together, relaxes, squeezes again. “You don’t understand what it meant to lose her.”

“Leo, we do understand,” Raph says, gently. “We loved her, too. Not quite the way you did -- but we did love her. We lost her, too.”

“But we’ve been able to move on,” Mikey adds. “And of course we haven’t forgotten her, and we haven’t stopped missing her -- but we understand that she’s gone. And that she’s not coming back to us. You have to deal with that, Leo, with the root of it all -- you have to understand, and you have to move on.”

“Move on?? You’re telling me to just move on from losing her?! It’s only been seven months! And besides -- besides -- I’ll never be able to get over her. She’s the sort of girl you don’t just ‘get over.’”

“Leo, Leo, I know. We all know. It’s not easy for any of us! We miss her, too; we’re grieving, too; but --”

“But you didn’t kill her,” Leo says, softly, and his grip on the bear loosens slightly.

“What?”

“You didn’t kill her,” Leo says. “Your hands aren’t stained red every time you look at them --” and he leans heavily against the kitchen counter.

“Leo, you didn’t kill her.”

“But I did. It’s my fault the Krang are here in the first place. If I hadn’t… if I hadn’t…”

He presses the back of a hand to his eyes and breathes, breathes, steadies himself.

“If I hadn’t made a mess of things, none of this would ever have happened. It’s my fault the Krang were here.” His eyes are getting hot, wet, messy. He keeps wiping at them, over and over. “It’s my fault. You’ve never screamed it at me, amazingly. I don’t deserve you guys. But you know it, I know you do; it’s my fault that the Krang got here in the first place. If I hadn’t goofed up so bad, then they would still be in that prison dimension -- and she’d still be -- she’d still be --”

He doubles over at the kitchen counter and slides down to the ground, hunched over, grinding the palms of his hands into his eye sockets and screaming silently.

“Leo.” Raph sits down next to him, and sweeps his little brother into a tight hug. His own eyes are misting over. “Leo, none of us blame you…”

“But you should,” he blubbers. “You should. It’s my fault. Don’t say it’s not, just to try to make me feel better. I know it’s true --”

Mikey and Donnie kneel down next to them, wrapping their own arms around Leo, and Raph encloses all three of them in his arms.

They sit on the kitchen floor, hollow and grieving and sobbing. And Leo has the bear squeezed against his chest still, tight, tight, because he can’t let her go. he can’t let her go. he can’t let her go. he can’t let her go. he can’t let her go.

But two mornings after that, there’s a scrapbook on his bedspread. It’s filled, cover to cover, with her. Her favorite things, her favorite color, pictures of her, and the whole thing is drenched in her scent.

There’s a note attached to it, from all three of his brothers, and April.

You don’t have to move on just yet, the note says. We understand that. But try to focus on her, okay? Try to focus on her memory. She’d rather have you remember her than have you freak out over losing a bear that sounds like her. You know she would.

Leo agrees. He thumbs through the pages, and she smiles up at him from each picture. He can still hear her voice in his mind, and feel her hands on his cheeks.

He imagines that she’s there with him, in the room, right now. What would he say to her?

I’m sorry I killed you, he would say. It was incredibly stupid of me and I am so, so, so sorry.

I forgive you for killing me, she would say. And then she would sit down next to him on the bed and hug him, long and hard and tight. It’s been rough? Right? I’m so, so sorry for that. I never want to hurt you, Leo --

Don’t apologize for that, he’d say. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.

But look at you. Look at how sad you are. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

No. Don’t be sorry. I’m happy to be sad over you. It means that I still love you. I still love you, so much; but the love is just spilling over from inside of me. I have nowhere to put my love for you. I’m happy to be sad over you.

You’re funny, she’d smile, and then she’d hug him tight again and kiss his forehead.

He shuts his eyes. He misses her, so, so much.

But okay. Okay. For his brothers’ sake, he’ll try. Maybe that’s where he can put his love for her -- he can put it on his brothers. He can try his best to make them happy.

He sighs through his nose and tucks the bear back under his covers. Okay. She’ll stay there today.

He’ll see her tonight. He’ll hold her close tonight.

And he’ll keep her alive, keep her alive and well, with the love that’s inside his heart.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

okayy not one for delusions at all but jimin has the dog scratch mark that a lot of dog owners have so i think maybe he did see jungkook once. it aligns with what jk may have been saying. dont think it means anything though lmao jimin probably went and saw him once

https://twitter.com/lilonekook/status/1660860314865287168?s=46&t=PC4-u8kRjzQy6gxq85QHcg

https://twitter.com/fireflyjimim/status/1663185074966220800?s=46&t=PC4-u8kRjzQy6gxq85QHcg

Pairing this with this other ask:

- but u know maybe jimin secretly has a dog or something u never know 🤷‍♀️🥸🥸🥸

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I've seen other Korean jikookers debunk fact's tweet, tho. They corrected that Jungkook apparently didn't say Bam, but said something about Jimin and a light. This is what I mean when I said that

1) fact obviously deleted her tweet because she wasn't sure of what she heard and could be corrected easily

2) how can anyone be sure of what they're hearing? It's simply not a clear sound.

At first, Jimin's mark at the airport looked as if he'd placed his hand over a hot hair straightener. Burns also lift and redden the skin like that. But now I agree it looks more like a dog scratch.

Now, this is when for me it becomes what I've talked about before of how a lot of shipping is 50% reality and 50% fantasy.

Jimin was apparently scratched by a dog = reality

Jimin was scratched by Bam = fantasy

I say fantasy but you could replace it with assumptions, or filling in the blanks, etc. There's a part of the story that we see, hear, and know (Jimin has a scratch). There's another part that we don't know (how did he got hurt).

I know Jungkook posted a photo of Bam the day before. So I understand the assumption that it was Bam, but until one of them confirms it was Bam, until then it's just that: an assumption and not a reality.

Jimin has posted photos with lots of dogs before, bam is obviously not the only dog in the world. Couldn't Jimin have a dog of his own? Yes, he could. I don't think he has one, but it's a possibility. Couldn't he have another friend who owns a dog? Of course that's another possibility.

That's just the way I go about things.

[just-my-type-x]

Hi sorry to bring it up again but I’m the person who told that story about Brad on the other blog so I just want to clarify some things. I heard a loud group of people at 1/2am so I went and looked through the whole in the door and saw James Kirstie and their families along with Brad and this girl going to into a room together. I never once said I heard them the next morning lol. I said I was able to hear when people walked past my door (like you can at a hotel) and I didn’t hear anyone after that so I don’t think either of them left the hotel room later that night (Because like I said I didn’t manage to get to sleep until about 7am). If I wanted to lie I would’ve made it 10 times better than that hahahah. Also on the other blog I described the girl that I saw (what she was wearing etc etc) and other people recognised her from his mums Instagram! 😘 I never once contradicted myself I was getting hounded with questions from anons and I answered them. That’s all

I haven't been keeping up with all the asks and answers on @nothingbutbws, i don't even remember if i read the beginning of this whole situation,

so that might also be on me if i messed up some answer I've given before, so I'm sorry about that, i barely kept up with what i was being sent about this. If something from my side got lost in translation somewhere between the answers, that's on me and i apologise to u for that.

If it's also about the asks I've been receiving, it's pretty normal for fans to doubt other fans because, out of many fandoms, i saw stuff made up the most in here and lies and stuff, so i kind of understand their reasons and outbursts of saying that there might be a lie somewhere in here. Anyway, i think the problem, mostly, was the fact that none of us understood the correlation between her and the families and friends, which isn't really important, if u really look at it. Now that the story is put up in a single place, like this whole ask u've sent me, i understand more clearly the story of what happened and where everything started from. Thank u for clarifying that for me, maybe this time is also clearer for other people who read this and again I'm sorry if i was an asshole in any of my answers. That wasn't my intent, i was just saying, i think once (?) that it's normal for people not to belive other people, cuz again, I've seen the most lies and rumours in this fandom and I've been a part of it for 9 years almost

♥️

[chelleztjs18]

Haha gotta change up the nickname 😅

Yeah, usually if we're not busy, I'd be on my phone either on here reading and asking you questions, or on tiktok. Sometimes I play on my switch lite or do crossword puzzles. It gets really slow after 5 pm.

Things happen for a reason and at least we're still friends and talk so that's always a good thing to me. I think even if it didn't work out, I am glad that she is still part of my life somehow.

I kind of regret not telling her how I feel but at the same time I think it was a good choice not saying anything because she is straight 😅

You never had a tamagotchi before? You should get one for Christmas hahaha!

I dream most of the time. I never understand them though, and sometimes when I wake up, I don't remember any of it at all. This will sound crazy, but I want to believe that dreams are the windows to a multiverse 😅

Anyways, right now I am just playing on the switch and thinking of last minute items I need to get for Thursday. What about you?

Do you think you have a toxic trait?

-CuriousGeorge

Hahahha yeah true.. gotta changed up the nickname since i wont be sick anymore soon.lol.

Ah i see. Do u work from home since day one u started work or it's like this since covid?

I agree with u about u n ur ex.. it's a good way to look at it. I always try to find the silver lining to anything bad that happen to me even though sometimes hard. I always think that everything happen for a reason.

Ah i see, the type of crush is the hardest, so i've heard. 😁

Haha get a tamagochi for me? Nah, im too old for that. Lol. Do u always know what gift u want for ur self for bday or christmas? Do u buy gift to urself sometimes?

If yeah, what do u want for christmas this year?

Ah i see.. i mostly forgot my dream or not dream at all. Lol. Ouh multiverse, that might be true. I dont know. I hv heard before,people say that people who always dream flying around are actually their spirit is flying around, sometimes to the past or to a real place in the present. I hv met a person or two that dreams like that.

Wanna hear something crazy about my dream yeaaaaars ago? U can believe it or not. It's up to u. When i was like 17 or 18, which i never know that i would ever moved to U.S, i had 2 dreams that kinda "connected" to each other.

First one, so i was actually IN my dream as if i live on it. All of a sudden i felt weird with my stomach n turns out i was pregnant, i felt the pain n the uncomfortable feeling from the pregnancy, n when i try to find out where i am, i was with my friend in the U.S because i saw like a california license plate ( which i never know how it looks like), i walked so hard because of my belly. The dream was short n weird. N it just black out all of sudden when i get into the car n the dream ends.

Second, all of a sudden i was in my childhood house that my parent already sold. But all the furniture r still there n in the dream the house was still ours. I was looking if anybody there n then a little girl came up to me, n hug my legs call me Mama mama. I freaked out, she has wavy brown hair. N she looks like a mixed race girl. I was like where's ur dad, n she said over there with grandma. N i saw a tall white guy talks to my mom but his face was blurred n he said "hey hunnie".

So long story short i found out from my mom that he is my husband n she is my daughter. She even told me my daughter name n i saw her face. But whn i woke up, i forgot her name n her face. I only remember the voice n hair n her body feature n his body featurs.

And i kid you not, im swear im not joking. My husband is the same height n has the same haircut, same voice calling me with the same petnames. N my daughter's hair is wavy brown hair with the same voice n height just like how she is now n i live in the U.S. lol.. My mind is still blown until now. But really, u dont have to believe this. 😆

Toxic trait to myself? Yes i do i guess. I overthink butwhen i overthink i try not to express it but i do want to, so it drives me crazy a lot n hurts my feelings a lot. I overthink that i might say something wrong or do something wrong to people thsts why they dont reply or talk to me, or something. Stuff like that. I got attached pretty easy in a way if i like or adore someone i will not hesitate to do anything i could to help them or be there for them. But then i thought maybe i was too much or maybe people avoid me because of that n then i overthink..same circle of evil.hahaha.

Whats urs? Also im talkong with u right now n my other friends here, also brainstorming while watching one of my favorite fantasy movie The Huntsman: winter's war.

Sorry this answer is too long.

Cheerio!

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Borutos past to Romance by Suzumakii

Anime » Naruto Rated: K, English, Romance & Humor, Naruto U., Hinata H., Boruto U., Words: 24k+, Favs: 64, Follows: 96, Published: Aug 22, 2016 Updated: Jul 3, 2018

32Chapter 1: Beginning

Boruto's Past To Romance..

Hello everyone! Im so sorry for the awfull chapters at the beginning. My grammar sucks and my sentences too. Just keep on reading and it will eventually get better at some point! I promise the story will get good later on. You just need to get past the crappy beginning.

Enjoy!

'Mom, tell me about you and daddy!' the little girl said, while she's trying to ignore her older brother.

He already told her to shut her mouth about that topic, but she wouldn't listen to him.

'Why do you want to know sweetheart?' the mother said. She folded the clothes she collected and put them away.

'Because you've never told me. I really want to know!' the little girl begged.

The older brother got annoyed by the way his little sister acted. Why does she want to know? He hates everything that has to do with 'romantic' stuff. He almost barfed in his mouth.

''Hima, don't be so annoying.'' he said with a hint of irritation in his voice. ''You are way to young to know about their past. Just wait until you get a little older, alright?'' he said while helping his mom pick up the clothes.

'Oh come on mommie! Just tell me. Im old enough to know!' she cried out.

''Boruto, don't be so mean towards your little sister. If you guys really want to know the story, i can tell you if you'd like'' his mother said and she smiled at Himawari. Hima stopped crying and smiled back at her.

Boruto looked at his mother. Is she serious? He doesn't want to know how the two met. His father, the great legendary Naruto Uzumaki.. He probably had alot of girls around him when he was younger. He wonders what his mom, Hinata Hyuuga, thought about it when she saw that. It must've been really sad for her. Seeing him being great and all. Well, he doesn't want to know anything about his dad. He has seen enough. He can't take it anymore. Hokage this, hokage that. When someone finally speaks to Boruto, it's only to give a message to his father. He hates being the son of the seventh Hokage. He doesn't want to talk about him. And he sure as hell doesn't want to hear his history with his mother.

''Boruto? Is everything okay? Come sit down with us. I am going to tell the story..''

''No thanks, im going out training. Have fun'' he said quickly, and left before she could say anything. Before he closed the door, he heard mom chuckle a bit. He knew mom loves dad very much. But he doesn't understand how she could still handle this situation. Dad is never home, and she has to raise them up on her own. It just isn't fair. He quickly closed and ran outside. He always had a special training ground where he practices everyday. He wants to become the strongest ninja out there, just like..

'Hey, did you hear? Sasuke Uchiha is back in the village!'

'Really? Ohgosh. I can't wait to see him! He's so handsome.'

'Yeah well, hands off. He's Sakura's husband, and you seriously don't want to mess with that woman'.

'Oh yeah, your right. I totally forgot! Lets not be too excited for Sasuke's return then..'

The two woman quickly disappeared. Boruto heard everything they had just said. His fathers rival is back in town.. The man he always admired. He needs to speak with him, and quick. Boruto ran towards the gate of Hidden Leaf Village. Maybe he was still on his way here and could see Sasuke on the way. But then he saw someone else..

Everyone! This is the first time i've ever published a story lol. So please.. Just chill in the comments. The rest is coming soon. I promise.

note: This gets good at chapter 3 so keep reading lol

2: Time Skip

''Where do you think your going?''

Boruto stopped running. In front of him stood a girl around his age, same height and with glasses. Ofcourse he knew who she was. Sarada Uchiha. Daugther of his hero Sasuke Uchiha. She still doesn't have her Sharingan, so she's a bit weaker then Boruto. But he's afraid that when she will awaken them, that she'll definitly be stronger then him.

''Hey goofball. I asked you something'' she said with her face close to his. He quickly bounced back.

''Damn Salad. Chill out. Im heading over to your dad'' he said, a bit annoyed by how close she got to him. He doesn't know why, but Sarada is the only one who can make him feel uncomfartable. It's weird. He doesn't have this feeling with his mom, dad or with his best friend Mitsuki.

''CHAAAAAAAAAAA!''

Sarada punched Boruto in the face. Really hard. He flew away and crashed on a big wall. The villagers all looked shocked at what just happened. Some even laughed. Thats because the villagers don't like Boruto too much. He's an annoyance towards the them. They think he doesn't deserve to be the son of the seventh Hokage. But Boruto doesn't care one bit. The only thing that was on his mind was the punch he just got.

''WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!'' he screamed and quickly got up on his feet.

''Don't call me Salad, baka!'' she said back.

''OH YEAH, WELL I CAN CALL YOU SALAD ALL I WANT!''

''Do you want another punch in your face while you're at it?''

''COME ON, BRING..''

''Sarada'' another voice said at the background.

Boruto and Sarada stopped their fight and looked at the direction that voice came from. There stood a tall man. He had black long hair. Half of his face was covered in bangs. He wore a long cape and kinda gave this weird vibe as if he didn't belong here at all.

This was him. This is DEFINITLY him.

'Hey dad, back again from your journey?' Sarada said, while taking all the attention off from Boruto.

''Yes. What is this all about?'' he said, looking at Boruto as if he had just hit a wall.

Oh.. He actually did hit a wall..

''Don't worry about him. Tell me, what did you…''

Boruto quickly ran towards Sasuke and stopped in front of Sarada, facing her father. ''YEAH, HOW WAS IT? WAS IT COOL? DID YOU FIGHT BAD GUYS AND STUFF?''

He felt a punch in his back and fell on the ground. Sarada stepped over him and pushed her dad away. ''Lets go dad. You need to rest. Tell me about all your stories later! I bet mom wants to see you too'' she said, and they went away. Before she was out of sight, she quickly turned around and stuck her tongue out at Boruto.

Damn Sarada. What is her issue? He was very polite too.. 'Well, i guess i should head home then.. Ill speak to him another time. Probably tomorrow.'

He wanted to head home, but he saw something that got his attention. A man, who obviously didn't belong in this village. He had a scroll in his hand and walked into a alley. Before he walked in, he quickly turned around to look if anyone was following him. He didn't see anyone, and kept on walking. Boruto couldn't ignore this and quickly ran after him.

'What the hell is in that scroll?' he wondered. It got really dark, and the more he walked into the alley, the darker it got. He still saw the man though. He's a weird looking guy, with pink hair and paint on his face. He kinda looked like Hisoka from Hunter x Hunter. Yeah okay, he watches that show. What about it? It comes on tv alot. But anyways, he needs to get that scroll from that dude. But as if he could read his thoughts, the man quickly turned around and threw a kunai. Boruto dodged it and hid behind a container.

'What the hell is up with this him?' he thought. 'I need to do something about him and report him to dad. He doesn't belong here. That's obvious. And if i could catch him, dad would be proud of me!'.

Boruto stood up and run towards the man. He wanted to throw a good punch at him, but missed. ''Shadow clone jutsu!'' Boruto said. He created 2 other clones and quickly attacked the man. He wanted to run away, but the scroll fell out of his pocket. One of the shadow clones grabbed it and threw it at the real Boruto while still fighting the man. Boruto got the scroll in his hands. What could be in here? A secret technique? A forbidden jutsu?

He wanted to open the scroll, but couldn't. Dad would freaking kill him if he opened it without knowing whats in it. But.. He really wants to do it..

Before realizing it, the man already knocked the shadow clones out. 'Shit! I need to get out of here!'

Boruto ran away with the scroll in his hands. Obviously the scroll was important to this man because he chased after him. No way he was getting this.

'I want to find out what the heck is in this thing. Or should i first go to dad? But, maybe then he won't show it to me.. I can open it now, right? I mean, what could be the worst case here?'

'No, i need to bring this to...'

Boruto tripped and fell onto the ground. He was too busy thinking about what would happen, that he didn't look where he was going and tripped over a rock. Boruto fell down on the ground and wanted to get back up. And then he saw it.. The scroll.. It opened in his hands while falling..

A big flash of light appeared..

''Kiba Inuzuka and Naruto Uzumaki, you two will fight eatchother. The winner will go to the next round. You may begin.''

What the..

Boruto looked around him. He found himself somewhere else. It didn't look like the dark alley where he was followed by the pink haired guy.. He saw people standing next to each other, watching something going on downstairs.

Then he thought about what he just heared. Did he just hear his dads name?

''GO ON NARUTO, YOU CAN'T LOSE TO THIS JERK!'' a girl screamed.

He looks at the direction that voice is coming from. A pink kunoichi. Her fist was up in the air and it looks like she was anxious about something. Boruto thought she looked familiar. But from where..

He stands up and quickly looks at what is going on down there. He sees two boys, probably the same age as his, facing each other, ready to fight. The guy in the orange jumpsuit looked familiar too.. And then it hit him.

Boruto wanted to jump off and run towards the boy in the jumpsuit, but somebody stopped him.. ''Hey you.''

3: Chunin Exams

Authors Note: I do not own Naruto, again.

Boruto turned around. What the..

''Don't go out there. Trust me. If you do something, it might change the future'' the man said. Its the guy from before with the pink hair. The guy that looked like Hisoka. He breathed heavily like he just ran for hours. Boruto quickly slammed his hand away that was on his shoulder. This guy was the enemy!

''YOU! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHY DOES MY DAD LOOK LIKE A FREAKING 13 YEAR OLD!? EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW'' Boruto screamed and slammed the man down. He wanted to force it out of him. It wasn't necassary though. He would've told him without Boruto pushing him on the ground.

''Stop it right there'' someone said behind them and they both looked up.

A woman walked straight towards them. She pulled Boruto off of the man and pushed him away.

''What do you think you're doing kid? Your fight is later on. Don't be troublesome and watch the fight'' she said annoyed.

''Oh come on Kurunai, he's just to excited to kick his butt. Don't worry about it.'' a man with a cigarette in his mouth said. He winked at Boruto. ''You can fight later on, so don't worry. You'll get your chance.''

Kurunai stepped back. ''Fine Asuma. You handle these kids'' and she walked away. Boruto was confused. What did he mean with fighting later on? He didn't belong here.

''I'll go watch the fight. You guys can stay here if you want to, but don't bite eatch others head off, allright?'' the man with the cigarette said laughing, and walked back to return to the match. Everyone was looking at them, including the two boys who were fighting.

''HEY, DON'T WORRY. THIS MATCH WILL BE OVER IN NO TIME!'' the boy in the orange jumpsuit screamed with a grin on his face. Kiba looked at Naruto, mad. ''Don't get too cocky'' and he attacked. The others didn't focus on Boruto anymore and continued to watch the fight that has just begun.

Boruto looked at his now 13 year old dad. He couldn't move anymore. Was this a prank or something? No.. His dad was way too busy with hokage stuff to do this kind of things. But that definitely is his dad fighting downstairs.

''Listen kid, don't draw too much attention to us or they will notice somethings up. Im going to explain it to you. And you are going to listen or not, i don't really care. Im just explaining this once'' the pink haired man said, still laying on the ground. He stood up and pulled Boruto out of sight of the others.

''My name is Hatori. I'm not from the hidden Leaf, but from the hidden Sound village. I was… Hey, are you listening? Im only telling you this once'' he said, annoyed by the way Boruto wasn't paying attention. He still was in shock.

*SLAP*

Boruto just got slapped in the face.

''Im sorry, i thought you needed that''

''…Go on with your explanation'' he said, while rubbing his red cheek.

''As i was saying, i am from the hidden Sound village. I don't live there anymore though. I became a Rogue Ninja. When i lived in the village, i was working on a forbidden jutsu. A jutsu that could go back in time. You don't need to know my reasons, but I have had many regrets in my life and i've wanted to go back and change history. The villagers didn't trust me anymore because i was working on some dangerous stuff, so some people tried to kill me. I quickly left the village and took the jutsu with me in a scroll. I've always kept it safe with me. I wanted to use it but i still needed one more thing before the jutsu could work. And that is one drop of a kyuubis blood'' Hatori said.

''One drop of a kyuubis blood? Do you mean..''

''Yeah, i mean your dad obviously. I went to the hidden Leaf village and i performed a jutsu that made me look like your sensai, Konohamaru. I sparred with him a little and got some blood from him that i could use for the scroll. I wanted to get out of the village as fast as possible, until you came along..''

He gave Boruto an annoyed look. ''Okay, so how do we get back then?'' Boruto simply asked.

''Well, i have to perform that jutsu again. It takes some time..''

''How long does it take?''

''..About 4 to 5 months if we're lucky''

''ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I CANT STAY HERE TOO LONG, I NEED TO GET BACK. MY MOM WILL GET..''

''Don't worry, everything in the future has stopped. Because we're in the past, the future can't move on until we're back again. There is only one problem..''

Hatori looked at him with a serious look.

''You can't interact with the people here, or else it could change the future.'' he said.

'Change the future?' Boruto thought in his mind.

''Yes, change the future'' Hatori said, as if he was reading his mind. ''If you do something here, it could have a huge impact later on. So you need to watch out. Oh, and one more thing..''

''What?''

''It can happen, that when you sleep, you awake to another day in the past. So, you wont be in this time forever.''

Boruto was confused. What the hell did he mean by that?

Hatori saw Borutos face so explained a bit more.

''Okay, listen up kid. Right now, you are in a Chunin Exam. You'll probably be here for a few days, or months. I don't know how long it will take. But one day, when you wake up, you'll probably wake up in another time. 1 year from now, maybe a few months. Who knows? And then you'll stay there for a few months or weeks again, and then when you wake up one day, you'll be in another time AGAIN. Maybe months, years. Get it?''

Boruto just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. He was going way to fast with his explanation.

''Okay, i can worry about that later. But what do i have to do now?'' he asked quickly.

Hatori looked around. Boruto saw he thought of a plan. But they couldn't just leave here could they?

''Lets go''

He pulled Boruto with him towards the door that leads to the exit.

''ARE YOU CRAZY? Let go! They'll notice us leaving. They want us to fight, didn't you just hear that man say that to us you BAAKAA!'' Boruto quickly said. He didn't let go of Boruto's arm and still pulled him towards the door. Boruto noticed that the fight had ended. He heared a couple of people clapping for someone. He wondered if it was for his dad. Did he win?..

He wants to find out more for some reason, but couldnt because Hatori was still pulling him towards the exit. He needs him to let go for a few seconds.. And he just had the best idea ever.

Boruto tickled him.

Hatori let go of his arm and wanted to punch him in the face for doing that but Boruto quickly ran towards the other people. He's too curious to know whats going on. He heard Hatori saying something behind him, but he didn't care. He quickly looked around to find his dad but didn't see him. Darn, where could he be?

''N-Naruto-kun…''

Boruto stopped running. Right in front of him was a beautiful girl his age. She had dark, kind off purple hair. It was really short. Her hair had a duckbutt hairdo. She was holding something in her hands while the blonde guy stopped and looked at her. ''Huh, did you say something? Hinata?''

Boruto's eyes got bigger. Hinata.. Naruto.. His parents.. Why was his mom so shy in front of him?

''I-I thought m-maybe..'' she stopped her sentence. She got red and was looking at the ground. Boruto was waiting. What was she going to do?

She then looked at Naruto and walked towards him. They stood in front of eatchother and she raised her hands up. She wanted to give him something. But what?

''Huh? Uh, whats this?'' Naruto said while taking a look at the thing in her hand. The woman who seperated Boruto from Hatori, Kurunai, was standing behind them, wondering what will happen. 'So im not the only one who's paying attention huh' Boruto thought.

''Its a healing ointment'' Kurunai said with a smile on her face.

''For me? What for?''

Boruto's head almost exploded. Was his dad serious? Why is he acting so dense all of a sudden. He couldn't believe his dad was such a idiot back in the past.

Hinata got redder and redder. She didn't say anything.

''Take it Naruto, go ahead'' Kurunai said.

Naruto turned around and looked at Kurunai. He didn't know why Hinata was giving it to him, and just accepted it.

''Uh, thanks Hinata. Thats uh, really nice of you'' Naruto said with a smile on his face.

Boruto just stood there, watching the scenario. So this is how they met? No, they have met earlier. This is probably just a moment between those two. But they don't seem like lovers yet.. 'I guess dad really was an idiot back in the days.' Boruto thought. 'But.. I thought he would be more popular. It sure as hell doesn't look like it.'

Naruto turned around and he looked at him.

Shit!

Boruto quickly turned around and wanted to walk away. He saw Hatori, standing a few meters away, looking pissed for what happend earlier. He's so screwed when he sees this..

''Hey, you kinda look like me, huh?''

Could this be any worse?

Hii guys. It may be so that i make a few mistakes with my grammar or sentences lol. Im from Holland so i pretty suck in English. But still, thankyou for reading my story! I love it so far haha, there is going to be alot of drama lol! Im really excited. Keep in mind im still only 15, so it may seem a bit childish idk. I just hope you guys keep reading it because it WILL get better. This is my first time EVER to wright a story and publish it so its kinda scary lol. Enjoy the rest of it! Ill update soon xo

4: Ready to fight?

Authors Note: I do not own anything. Credits to Kishimoto!

Okay, so after this chapter, i will speed up the pace a little. So keep on reading guys :) Much love

Could this be any worse?

Boruto slowly turned around. Naruto looked at him with a big smile on his face. He looks so different in this time period.. Is this really his dad? Naturo didn't notice him looking very uncomfortable. Sometimes his dads stupidity comes in very handy.

''So, whats your name?''

Shit. I need to think of a name. And fast. What should i say? I can't just say 'Boruto'. First of all, it sounds like 'Naruto', and second of all; He'll name his future son Boruto.' Naruto kept his eyes on him and waited for an answer. 'Darn it.'

''Uh, my name is uh..''

Then somebody yelled from downstairs into a mic. ''Misoka and Ichiyu, you guys will be next. Please come downstairs to prepare for your fight.''

Boruto wondered who Misoka and Ichiyu are. He quickly looked around and saw nobody going downstairs. Actually, some people even looked at him.

Wait, what?.. Oh.

He quickly looked at Hatori, who's still waiting for me at the door. I think he noticed the same thing that i did.. Because he got a very, very annoyed look on his face.

''Uh, yeah.. Im sorry. I should head downstairs!'' he said quickly and ran away from his dad. 'Few, i was just in time. I still don't know if im Misoka or Ichiyu, but i guess i'll just find out then.' He walked down the stairs and waited for Hatori to come too.

Boruto saw him slowly going downstairs, not sure if he was meant to go. Boruto nodded with his head and Hatori gave him an annoyed look. ''Such a pain'' Hatori thought.

He finally got down and walked towards Boruto.

''Are you ready, Ichiyu?'' the proctor said and looked at Boruto. He waited for an answer.

''O-oh.. Y-yes. I am ready!''

Boruto quickly looked at Hatori. This means his name in this time period must be..

The proctor proceeded. ''Are you ready, Misoka?''

Hatori looked very annoyed. He just nodded his head and kept silent. He gave Boruto a deadly stare.

Yikes.

Boruto laughed it off. His laugh slowly turned into a grin. Well.. If im in this situation, i may as well win this fight!

Borutos gaze went to the people upstairs. He saw Saradas mom, a guy that looked like Metal Lee, a boy with purple eyes that looked alot like a Hyuga clan member, and then..

His eyes went to his mother. She looked so small and her hair looks really different from the future. He can't believe this. Why is his mother so shy? She is so embarrassed in front of his dad.. Its weird to see this kind of stuff, ya know? He knows she loves him. He can see that in the way she's acting towards him. He wanted to puke because of all this romantic stuff.. He will never get used to it..

He then notices her looking this way. Oh, not good.

He quickly looked away. Sweat was breaking out. What if she will figure it out? I mean, i am her son after all.. She is a very smart woman in the future. She always figured out everything Boruto had planned or already had done. What if..

No, she can't be that smart. He doesn't have to worry. This is the past after all. If he just keeps his mouth shut and pretends he is just this innocent Ichiyu, everything would be oke..

''Well then, the fight can begin!''

Boruto awakened from his thoughts and looked at Hatori. Hatori's annoyed look went away all of a sudden.

He attacked.

Hinata's perspective

Naruto-kun... Fighting against Kiba..

Hinata quickly looked at the ground so nobody could see her red face. She didn't feel good about this.

I know i should be rooting for Kiba-kun, but.. She looked at Naruto again. She couldn't help it. She would always root for Naruto-kun.

''YOU! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHY DOES MY DAD LOOK LIKE A FREAKING 13 YEAR OLD LIKE ME?! EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW''

She heard some noise coming from behind her and looked at the direction it came from. A blonde boy jumped on a pink haired man and almost wanted to punch him. Oh no! This isn't going good!

Then she saw Kurunai sensai walking towards them to pull the blonde guy off of him. Thank goodness..

Although Hinata is from the Hyuga household, one of the strongest clans of the Hidden Leaf she didn't feel strong at all.. She felt weak. Very weak. Her father is doing his best to train her, but it just isn't working. Hinata is too kind and could never change, not even in a fight. Hanabi could even surpass her. She didn't feel there at home at all. She wanted to be stronger for her clan, but she just doesn't know how..

Hinata's attention got back to the fight. She saw how hard Naruto was fighting to win against Kiba. How is he so determined? She didn't understand at all. No one ever believed in him, just like her own family doesn't believe in her. But he still gets stronger everyday. For Hinata, he was someone she admired for a long time now. She admired him for years. Because she watched his training everyday, she always wanted to catch up to him. She didn't want to be left behind. And thats why Hinata trains everyday. It's not only for the Hyuga clan and her father, but also for one special boy..

The fight had already ended. Everyone was suprised that Naruto has won. But Hinata already knew he was going to win. She knew how hard he trained for this. And she's glad he won.

Naruto came upstairs. Hinata stood there with her ointment in her hands. Ready to give it to her crush.

C-calm down Hinata. You can do this. Just give it to him and please, don't pass out!

Naruto walked behind her, ready to go to Sakura-chan and ask her how good he was. Hinata struggled. Should i do this? Or not.. N-NO, JUST.. DO IT! NOW!

''N-Naruto-kun..'' Hinata whispered, to afraid to speak his name out loud. Did he even hear me? She saw in the corner of her eyes that he stopped moving.

''I-i thought m-maybe..'' she said, but couldn't finish her sentence. Why is this so hard for me? Im just giving him some healing ointment.. It's nothing special..''

She still was to afraid to even look at him. She closed her eyes shut, walked towards him and put the healing ointment in front of her. She then waited for a miracle. She heard Kurunai say something, but she was to deep in her thoughts. She just wanted him to accept it and then run away as fast as possible. What if he won't accept it? What if..

''Uh thanks Hinata. Thats uh, really nice of you!'' she heard him say.

What? She felt him taking the healing ointment from her and quickly opened her eyes in shock. He really accepted it! She felt a big weight of her shoulders falling off. Naruto already had turned around and was busy with something else.

''Hey, you kinda look like me, huh?'' she heard him say. Who was he talking to?

Hinata looked over Naruto's shoulder and saw the same blonde guy from before. She looked at his face. Hinata's eyes got bigger. 'W-why does h-he look like N-Naruto-kun?!' She screamed in her head. Hinata kept staring at him. How can this be? He looks the same as Naruto-kun..

She saw him looking uncomfartable when Naruto asked for his name. Why is he acting so strange? Hinata didn't remember the boy at all. His headband tells her that he is from the Leaf Village. But she has never seen him before.

''Uh.. My name is uh..'' she heard him say and waited for his answer. Even his voice sounds a little like Naruto-kun.. she thought. Then he suddenly just vanished just before she knew it. He went downstairs and waited for his opponent to come.

She listened to the proctors voice. So his name is Ichiyu..

Then she saw something. The blonde boy was staring at her. When he noticed that she was looking at him too, he quickly looked away. It looks like he's nervous..

Hinata kept looking and noticed her heart skip a beat. Wait, why was she so red all of a sudden? No, this doesn't mean anything at all. It's just.. He looks so much like Naruto-kun.. She wants to find out more about Ichiyu..

The fight was beginning. She sees Misoka ready to attack. And she already felt nervous..

5: Feeling confident

Authors Note; I do not own Naruto

Hatori stepped forward and gave Boruto a hard punch in the stomach. Boruto shrinked and quickly bounced back to dodge another attack of Hisoka.

But Hatori didn't let him rest. He reached for his pocket and grabbed a kunai. He threw it towards Boruto and it flew right past him.

He felt the kunai leaving a cut on his arm. This old man could be some trouble..

Boruto wanted to make a sign but Hatori didn't let him. Right when he wanted to make the handsigns, Hatori grabbed his hands and stood close to Boruto. Right before Hatori wanted to punch Boruto away, he quickly whispered in his ear.

''Oke, i'll let you win this fight. We don't want this to take forever. Finish it'' he said and punched Boruto away with his fist. Boruto stepped back and thought about how he will finish this match. He still hasn't layed one single punch on Hatori. How can this old geezer be so good?

And then he knew what to do. Boruto had the perfect finishing blow. His father learned him this jutsu when he was younger. It was just perfect for this moment.

Before actually doing it, he quickly looked up at the people watching the match. He saw his dad, nervous of what was going to happen and kept watching closely.

Finally.. He's actually watching me…

FLASHBACK

''Dad, can you please train me? Show me a awesome jutsu!'' Boruto cried out.

His father looked down at his son. They were sitting on the coach in their living room. Naruto just got back home from work. He was exhausted and just wanted to rest. He came home from alot of paperwork and finally got the time to get home and spend a little time with his family. The only problem is that when he finally DOES get the time off, he only wants to sleep. He almost fell asleep on the coach, untill Boruto woke him up again.

''Oh come on dad! You're finally home. Please teach me something'' he said with the most adorable puppy eyes.

He felt sad for his son. He knows how hard it is for his family to be alone all the time, but he can't just quit his job. He loves his family very much, but he needs to be there for the village. He is the Hokage after all.

He saw Boruto looking excited, so he decided to teach him a very special jutsu that is his personal favorite.

Naruto finally reacted. He stood up from the coach.

''Fine, lets go to the backyard. I will show you something very cool'' he said with a grin on his face and walked towards the door.

Boruto was suprised. He never expected his father to actually even train him. It was a huge suprise for him.

He quickly ran after his father and got in the backyard. His father looked at him with a very serious look.

''Oke Boruto, im going to teach you one of my favorite jutsu's of all time'' he said.

Boruto was too excited. ''Are you going to teach me the Rasengan? Or maybe the Rasen Shuriken? Come on dad tell me!''

Naruto shook his head. ''No son. This is a different jutsu. It comes in very handy with a battle. It can distract your opponent for a little time. Then you can give him a good punch that will knock him out for good.''

Boruto couldn't wait. He was probably going to show him the Shadow Clone Jutsu. It was one of his favorites too. He saw his father using it for other things though, like working on different tasks for his job. But Boruto could definitly see him doing it in a real battle. He couldn't wait to try it out himself.

''So, what is the name of this jutsu?'' he still asked even though he already knew what he was going to show him.

''Well, the name of this jutsu is..''

FLASHBACK ENDS

''SEXY JUTSU'' Boruto screamed. There was a POOF.

Everyone waited till the smoke cleared out. Hatori stood still in front of Boruto. What was he doing?..

He then saw a bunch of naked girls standing in front of him. They all smiled at him and gave him a wink while posing.

Hatori felt blood coming out of his nose.

And then, the clones and girls dissapeared and the real Boruto stood in front of him.

''THIS IS FOR ALL THE PUNCHES I JUST GOT FROM YOU, BAKA!''

One punch was enough for Hatori to fly across the room. The wall broke behind him and he got stuck. He tried to get out but couldn't.

''And the winner is.. Ichiyu. Congratulations, you are going to the next round'' the proctor said without any emotion showing in his voice.

Borutos gaze went up to his father. He wanted him to be proud. To be proud of how hard he trained to get that single technique perfect. He never used it in a real battle, so this was the perfect oppurtunity to use it. He wanted to show his father how good he was, because he never got the chance to even see Boruto fight. He wondered what he just thought of his final blow..

He then saw the blonde staring with wide eyes. He was speechless for a moment. Everyone was.

And then Boruto saw him opening his mouths. What is he going to say..

''THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME! WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SEXY JUTSU? YOURS IS WAY COOLER THAN MINE! YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME HOW TO GET IT AS SEXY LIKE THAT!'' he screamed at him really excited.

The pink kunoichi who was standing beside him punched him on his head. ''DON'T BE SUCH A PERVERT NARUTO!'' she said annoyed. She then looked down at Boruto. She had a weird feeling about him. Why does his pervy jutsu look the same as Naruto?..

Boruto tried not to laugh. He could see Sarada in that woman.. Damn, they look much alike.

Hinata's eyes just went bigger every second. The way he performed that jutsu.. It was just like Naruto's.. It was even better. How could this be?

Boruto looked at the people staring down at him. He realized he did something very stupid. He quickly turned his head to the side and looked at Hatori who was still healing from the nosebleed. I guess i overdid it a little.. I hope he won't be too mad.

Boruto ran towards Hatori and pulled him out of the hole.

''You brat. I didn't say you could pull that kind off stunt on me. What the hell was that?'' he whispered quickly, thinking about how he wanted to kill Boruto in the best way possible.

Boruto couldn't help but grin. ''I guess i overdid it a little. I'm sorry Hatori'' he quickly said and walked back upstairs with him. The next fight was beginning soon. He wondered who was up right now.

''Well, that was quite the suprise you did there.''

Boruto got upstairs and looked up at the person who was waiting for him to come over.

He looked like a Hyuga clan member. He had purple eyes and brown hair. Boruto knew every clan member of the Hyuga household, but he didn't know this one. Boruto's mother teached him the names of every member and he even memorized their faces, just in case something ever happened. You never know right?

But this guy.. He doesn't recognize him at all. He had a very stern look on his face. Does this dude always look this serious?

''Well, i couldn't think of anything else so i decided to use one of my favorite techniques, pretty cool huh'' Boruto said with a grin on his face. He was proud of himself that he knocked Hatori out, even though he faked it. People still saw how Boruto had won the match, so it didn't really matter to him.

''Sure. Next time, use a jutsu that isn't as worthless as this one.'' the boy said, and turned around to walk away.

What the hell.. Boruto watched as he walked away. The guy walked over to his own group of people and sat down, waiting for the next match to begin.

''P-please.. Don't listen to him.. He is just very strict and doesn't like t-these kind of p-performances..'' he heard someone say behind him. He recognizes the voice and slowly turned around.

He saw her red face looking at the ground while talking to him. ''Y-you did very good out there.. Ichiyu-kun..'' she said while fidgeting with her index fingers.

''YEAH, YOU WERE REALLY GREAT OUT THERE ICHIYU'' the blonde screamed while running towards Boruto. He stood still next to Hinata and looked over at her. ''Right Hinata?''

Hinata suddenly began to fidget even faster with her fingers and got redder every second. ''Y-y-yes N-Naruto-kun'' she quickly said. Boruto looked at Naruto. Can't he see Hinata stressing next to him at all?

Naruto's smile got bigger and bigger. ''You have to show me how you did that! I know we should be rivals and all, but i think we could be great friends!'' he said while laughing and he then looked at the ground. ''W-well.. if you want to be friends ofcourse'' he said nervously.

Why is he asking me to be friends? Why is he so nervous all of a sudden? Is it such a big deal to him?

Boruto thought it was weird but he still gave his answer. ''Sure, why not?'' he said and felt awkward afterwards. Friends with his own father.. This just feels weird..

''Next up are Hinata Hyuga and Neji Hyuga, please come downstairs and prepare for your fight.''

All three of them quickly looked up. Boruto and Naruto looked at Hinata, who looked really scared.

''Whats wrong Hinata? Is everything oke?'' Boruto quickly asked.

But then it got through him.. Neji Hyuga..

Boruto turned around and saw the brown haired guy looking back at him. He stood up and walked past them down the stairs. Boruto kept staring at his back..

Neji Hyuga..

Neji Hyuga…

Neji…

Boruto's head shot up.

Neji Hyuga.. The uncle who died in the war while protecting his parents..

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6: The Hyuga Clan

Authors note; i do not own Naruto.

Hinata walked down the stairs while feeling really anxious. She didn't want to fight her cousin at all. She didn't expect for this day to come so fast. She wasn't ready and she knew she was going to lose.

When she got downstairs and stood before Neji, she quickly glanced upstairs. She saw Naruto and Ichiyu looking at her with concern. She didn't want to lose. Not while Naruto was watching her. This was her moment.. To show him how hard she has worked all these years because of him..

''Give up Hinata''

Hinata quickly looked at the boy standing before her. She wasn't sure but she thought she saw a concerned look on his face.

''B-but i..''

''You won't win and you know that. We both know that i am the stronger one, so it is best for you to just give up while you still got the chance'' he said with a stern voice. Hinata was to afraid to look at his face and kept looking at the ground while he was talking. ''I don't want to hurt you. I was made to protect the main branch. But if you insist to fight, i will not go easy on you.''

His words caused Hinata pain. The way he said that he was made to protect the main branch.. A flashback returned in her head. How she always saw Neji looking at her with a terrible look on his face. A face full of hate towards the main branch. For what we had done to his father..

Neji's father died for the main branch. He offered himself for his own brother, father of Hinata. Neji never understood why and he didn't want to understand. The only thing that was going through his mind is how much he hated the main branch. He, from the side branch, couldn't do anything towards them. Even after his fathers death. He had to protect the main branch, even if it costs him his life. Those were the rules in the Hyuga Clan. He had to obey them. And so he did.

Hinata still looked at the ground and was to afraid to look at him. She didn't want to give up. She thought of how Naruto would look at her if she did. He would be dissapointed in her..

Neji stared at her while things were going through his mind. Why won't she give up?

He saw her glancing upstairs and he followed her gaze. There were two blonde guys watching her. Ofcourse he knew why she didn't want to give up. It was for that brat Uzumaki.

Back in the days, Neji always played with his little cousin. Before his hate towards the main branch, he actually loved his little cousin. He always protected her and trained with her to become stronger together. One day, she went out to the city and he followed her to see where she was going to. He saw her staring at the blonde little brat who caused trouble to the village everyday. He didn't see any hate in her eyes towards him like all the other villagers did. Neji only saw love in her eyes and he instantly knew her feelings towards this boy.

''Hinata-sama, you will get hurt. Your father wouldn't like that. He will be dissapointed if he heard that you had lost to the side branch'' Neji continued. He knew how strict her father was. He was the leader of the main branch and he wanted Hinata to be the next leader. Her losing from Neji would mean she still is weak as always.

There was a silence. Nobody said a word. Hinata didn't feel strong at all. She wanted to step back, go home and lay down in her bed crying. She was scared.

Hinata wanted to give up, but then..

''WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?'' she heard someone scream.

Neji and Hinata quickly looked at the direction the voice was coming from.

''DON'T YOU TELL HER WHAT SHE CAN OR CAN'T DO. GO ON HINATA, SHOW THIS JERK WHAT YOU'VE GOT!''

Boruto looked in shock towards his father. Wow, he didn't expect him to be this upset. He could see how Naruto was squeezing the ointment Hinata gave to him. It almost broke to pieces. He was really mad about the way Neji talked to her.

Boruto was mad too. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Talking towards his mother like that. He wanted to say something himself and jump over there to give that guy a really good punch in the face, but got interrupted by Naruto's own words.

Hinata's heart skipped a beat. Naruto.. He actually stood up for her..

''I-i w-wont give up, brother'' she said to Neji. Neji took a step back. All of a sudden, Hinata looked very fierce. There was something about her that changed. She took her position and Neji quickly recovered himself from the shock. He shrugged his shoulders and took his position too.

''Fine by me''

The fight started. Boruto and Naruto looked over at what was happening. They exchanged alot of air palms but nobody got a direct hit.

Boruto had never seen his mom fight like this. He actually never saw her fight in his life. His eyes grew bigger every second she took a new position.

And then it hit her. She got struck by Neji's palm and layed helpless on the ground.

Boruto couldn't take it. His mind was going crazy. He took a step forward and wanted to help her, but a hand pulled him back.

''Don't you dare go out here'' Hatori whispered to him. Boruto pushed his hand off his shoulder and turned around. ''Why not? That's my mother fighting over there. She is hurt!''

Hatori continued. ''Are you stupid or something kid? This is what happened in the past. If you change this, it might have a huge impact on the future. Don't do anything you will regret later'' he said with a serious look.

Boruto knew he was right. He knew that he shouldn't do anything to help her out. But..

Eventually the fight was over. Neji had won and Hinata was in pain by all the hits she got. She layed there on the ground and couldn't move at all. Neji wanted to give her another punch, until a older men with thick eyebrows and green clothes stopped him quickly. Boruto and Naruto already had jumped off and stood protective in front of Hinata.

Naruto was mad. Boruto could see this. He never saw his father looking like this before. He saw Naruto looking over at Hinata with concern. ''Are you oke Hinata?''

''Y-yes, i-im fine..'' Hinata coughed up some blood. Naruto turned around to look at Neji.

''You and me pal. We are going to fight RIGHT NOW!'' he screamed and wanted to walk over Neji to throw a good punch at him. Boruto stepped in and pulled him back quickly.

''No da.. Naruto. Let his sensei handle this for now. You'll get in trouble if you start a fight here'' he said and rests a hand on his shoulder. It is so weird to be the smarter one..

Neji walked away and didn't even say sorry. Boruto's blood boiled but he knew he couldn't do anything. It would be better if he just left it alone for now.

The medics came in and quickly took Hinata away to take care of her injurys. They said she would be fine, so the fights continued.

Naruto and Boruto walked upstairs again. Naruto hasn't said a word. He kept quiet the entire time till the matches were over.

''Are you oke?'' Boruto said to Naruto with concern. His father looks terrible.

Naruto's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't believe that Hinata got beaten. She was so strong, but Neji..

The ointment broke in Naruto's hand.

''Yeah, im fine now.''

Naruto looked up and returned to his normal self. He looked at Boruto and put a smile on his face.

''So, you wanna train outside after this?'' he said grinning.

Boruto wanted to say yes. He wanted to spend time with his father. This is his only chance he would ever get to actually have a good time with him.

Hatori pulled Boruto back and walked towards the door. ''Sorry Naruto, but i have something important to discuss with this one. It was nice to meet you, goodbye now.''

Boruto struggled but couldn't escape. Naruto watched as they both dissapeared. He was sad. He really wanted to train that sexy jutsu with him.. Oh well. He walked over to Sakura to see what she was up to. ''Hey Sakura-chan, did you just see that fight with Hinata? She was so cool!''

Boruto and Hatori walked out of the buidling and finally got outside. The fresh air felt really good. It felt like forever in there!

''Oke, we need to go and prepare for the jutsu'' Hatori said while still pulling Boruto.

''Yeah oke, just let go of me. I can walk ya know!'' he said annoyed and Hatori let go of him.

''First, we need to find a place to live in for the time being. But where.. This could be a big problem.'' Hatori murmured to himself.

''Well, lets go to my place then! I bet my mom wouldn't mind..'' but then he knew this was going to be a problem. He doesn't have a house in the past. Ofcourse..

''Oke, we need to rent a place for now. I have a bit of money with me so i can afford it. But it's not enough. We need to go on missions to earn more.'' Hatori said. ''I don't expect you to have any money, right?'' he gave me an annoyed look.

''Nope, i spend my money on this new outfit, cool huh!'' he said while spinning around. He loved his new outfit. It was black with a bit of pink in it. It looked amazing in the store so he spend all of his money from his missions on this outfit.

''Yeah well, you look like a girl in that outfit. Who the hell wears pink clothes?'' Hatori said.

''Says the one with the pink hair.''

Hatori punched Boruto in the gut and kept on walking.

''HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR OLD MAN'' he screamed while quickly catching up to him again.

''Shut up, lets rent a place and quickly figure out what to do next.''

Ohmygosh you guys, i actually need to study but i can't concentrate at all! Lol. Im doing really bad right now xD

Hope you liked this chapter.

Note: Do you guys have any idea for the next chapter?

7: Trust

Authors Note; I DO NOT OWN NARUTO :(

Boruto and Hatori finally managed to rent a small place in the village with the money Hatori had with him. It was the ugliest building Boruto had ever seen. He knew that only the poorest people of the village lived here.

Boruto and Hatori went upstairs and finally got at the door. ''Room 102'' Hatori said and put the key in the lock. He opened the door and they both went inside. There was one living room, one bedroom and ofcourse one bathroom. The biggest problem was; there was only one bed.

''I'll take the bed'' Boruto said quickly and wanted to jump on it, when he felt Hatori pulling him back. ''No way kid. I need alot of good rest if i want to get that jutsu done quick'' he said. ''You want to leave here, don't you? So i'll take the bed.''

Boruto frowned but left the bed to him. Instead he took the couch. ''Hey, this appartement looks like shit. What if i go on missions with my dad and you go work on that jutsu? I can earn the money and you can do your job'' he said and couldn't help but smile a little.

Hatori saw this and was curious. Why is he smiling? He thought this kid didn't like it here. Or does he..

''Hey, how is your relationship with your dad in the future?'' he asked.

Boruto looked behind him to meet his face. ''Why do you ask?

''Just curious, thats all''

Boruto looked at the ground and thought about it. What kind of relationship did he actually have with his dad? He didn't know the anwser. His dad wasn't around that much. They never did something and Boruto felt alone. He knew he had his mother and little sister by his side, but he still wanted his father to be with him all the time. He wanted his father to see how he trained, how he had improved in alot of things.

Boruto didn't know what to tell Hatori. It's embarrassing to tell him that he didn't know what kind of relationship he had with his dad. He decided to keep it for himself.

''We had a good relationship. We always trained together and fought each other. I always won'' he grinned and looked back up again.

Hatori knew he was lying. He saw it. The way Boruto looked at the ground. How he was thinking of an answer. It shouldn't be that hard to come up with one. Well, he didn't expect a good relationship between those two. His father is the hokage after all. But he left the subject for now and moved on with the main problem.

''Oke, we need to figure out what our next step is. Missions would be good for now, but you need to see the hokage for that and he doesn't know you at all.'' Hatori thought.

''Well, we can figure something out right? Lets say we came from the Sound Village and we want to live here'' Boruto happily said, as if he just invented something really cool.

''It isn't that easy though. We need a good reason to stay here'' he said and walked over to the window. ''But what..''

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. Boruto and Hatori quickly turned around and looked at each other for a moment.

''What do we do?'' Boruto whispered scared.

Hatori looked away from Boruto and decided to open it. He walked to the door and slowly undid the lock. The door opened.

''Hello there. I think this is the first time ive ever seen the two of you in the village. Can i come in?''

Boruto wondered who this guy was. He couldn't see his face because he was standing outside the door. But he knew that voice from somewhere..

''Yes, come in.'' Boruto heard Hatori talk nervously and the footsteps came closer to the living room.

He then saw him. Boruto's mouth went open. It was the guy with the cigarette in his mouth who pulled him off Hatori.

''My name is Asuma Sarutobi, you can just call me Asuma.'' he said and looked over at Boruto.

Somehow, Boruto felt uncomfartable. Asuma kept staring at him as if he knew him. But Boruto knew he hadn't seen this guy before. He didn't know his name either. So why did he look at him that way?

Hatori saw his staring and quickly got in between. ''Take a seat, please.''

Asuma walked over to the couch and took a seat. Before he started to talk, he pulled out a cigarette.

''Want one?'' while looking over at Hatori.

''No thankyou'' he quickly said and kept standing awkwardly. There was one couch and he couldn't sit down so decided to keep standing in front of him and Boruto.

''Well then, i'll tell you guys the reason why im here'' he said and looked serious.

Boruto held his breath, as did Hatori. They kept quiet and waited for his next sentence.

He lit up his cigarette and put it in his mouth.

''You guys are not from here, are you?'' he said.

''W-what do you mean?'' Boruto asked nervously.

''Im not stupid. You look alot like that Uzumaki kid. Tell me the truth. Are you a family member of his?'' he asked and waited for an answer.

Boruto didn't know what to say. He needed to think of something and quick. He glanced over at Hatori. He couldn't tell the truth, they didn't even know this guy. What if they tell him and it goes through the whole village? That could change the future, Boruto thought. Or thats what Hatori at least would say.

''I-i…'' Boruto began but got interrupted by Hatori.

''We came from the future'' he simply said.

What?!

Boruto couldn't believe this. Did he just tell this random dude the truth? He stood up and got mad. ''BAKA! HOW CAN YOU SAY TO THIS GUY? WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE CAN TRUST HIM!'' he shouted.

''I already had a feeling. Don't worry. You can trust me. I just want to know your reasons and maybe help you out'' he said without any concern.

Boruto turned around to face Asuma. His eyes grew bigger. He wants to help us?

Hatori ignored Boruto and went on. ''Well then, we will tell you everything..''

Hours later….

Hatori was done with his story. He knew he could trust this guy. He was from the Sarutobi clan. They are well known for their trust and loyalty. He did alot of research back when he was younger about hokages and found out that one of them was a hokage. He wanted to know more about this particular Sarutobi and one of his best points was that he was trust worthy.

Asuma's cigarette was already done. He listened to the story and didn't say a word.

Boruto kept studying his face for any signs of shock. But there wasn't any. What was up with this guy?

After the whole story, he finally spoke up. ''So, you want to get back to the future but need a few things for the jutsu right? I'll gladly help'' he said and stood up. He looked over at me. ''I don't need to hear anything about the future. It could change something so its better that you guys stay quiet about it and don't tell a word to anyone. I will register your names in the village. Your names are now Ichiyu and Misoka.'' he said. ''If anyone gets suspicious about you two and ask about the reason you came here..'' he said while thinking. ''Just tell them that you guys are family members of mine and you started living here because of me. So your surnames will be Sarutobi. I will inform the Hokage myself about this. He is my father after all'' he winked.

Boruto couldn't believe this. He planned everything out for them. All their troubles went away. But how could he trust him? He didn't know anything about him.

''Why should we trust you?'' Boruto said.

''You just have to. You have no choice'' he laughed and walked towards the door. He turned around before leaving. ''Boruto, you'll have to wait to get on missions. I still need to figure out which squad i'll assign you too. I'll inform the other senseis about the two of you. Kakashi and Kurunai will know the truth too. That way we can get the jutsu done quicker. Oh and kid..'' he said and looked Boruto into the eyes. ''You look too much like Naruto Uzumaki. Maybe a change of hairstyle would do you good'' he said.

Kakashi and Kurunai. Boruto trusted those two. He knew them from the future. Kakashi was the hokage before his dad and Kurunai is the father of one of his friends Mirai. Wait.. Wasn't Mirai's last name Sarutobi?..

Boruto looked up in shock. So this is his dad.. He remembered Mirai talking about him. How he never met him because he died just before he was born. Boruto felt pain inside him. He couldn't believe that he himself got the chance to meet him but Mirai didn't..

''Hatori, please wright down the things you need for the jutsu. Kakashi, Kurunai and me will get the stuff for you. Here is some money for food and other stuff. Be carefull untill im back''

Hatori nodded. Asuma turned around and dissapeared. I closed the door behind him and turned around to look at Hatori. ''You baka..''

Hatori ignored what he said and grabbed some money he got from Asuma. ''Im going to get some food. Are you coming or staying?'' he said.

Boruto hesitated. He could take his chance to get out and explore the village on his own. ''No thanks, i'll wait here for you'' he said and jumped on the couch.

''Fine by me. Don't do anything stupid please'' he said and walked out the door.

Yeah right. This is his chance to get out. He quickly grabbed some money from the table and walked to the window to look outside. He could see the villagers walking around and buying stuff.

Boruto felt his stomach growling and decided to go eat somewhere. He jumped out of the window and wondered if there still was a Ichiraku back in this time.

He kept walking until he saw a big sign that said: ICHIRAKU RAMEN!

Great! Boruto's eyes went wider and quickly got in.

''Hello son, whats your order…''

Teuchi, the owner of the place, was in shock.

Boruto didn't hestitate. ''ONE BOWL OF MISO RAMEN PLEASE, WITH EXTRA PORK!''

''O-ofcourse. Coming right up''

Boruto's stomach couldn't handle it anymore. He smelled the ramen and wanted to eat right there and now. He then got his bowl and digged it. He was almost done, when he heard someone behind him. He turned around only to look at the pink kunoichi from earlier.

''Hello there! You must be Ichiyu right? My name is Sakura. Nice to meet you.'' she said while smiling.

Boruto was in shock but quickly recovers himself. He doesn't want to look too suspicious. ''Hey'' he just said and continued eating his bowl of ramen. Ignoring her would probably be the best option for now. He isn't in the mood to talk anyways. Especially not with Sarada's mom. He doesn't want to know where Sarada got her temper from. He got a slight shiver.

''You fought good out there. Where did you learn that sexy jutsu?'' she asked and looked curiously at him.

Oh, just great. She already begins questioning him. Here goes nothing.

''Well, my father learned me that trick long ago.'' He just said and looked away.

Sakura didn't stop her questions. ''What is your fathers name?''

Boruto got annoyed. ''Why do you need to know? It's none of your bussines.'' he said and stood up from his chair. This made Sakura want to know more about him, but she left it for now.

''Im sorry for prying. Hey, what do you say. Want to hang out with squad 7?'' she asked.

Boruto wasn't in the mood to hang out with her squad and getting questions from her every second, so he decided to decline it. ''No thanks, im heading home right now. See ya''

He wanted to walk away but heard her say something again.

''Oh come on! Naruto really wants to see your sexy jutsu again. It would be fun to hang out together'' she insisted.

Wait. Was his dad in the same squad as her? Boruto turned around to look at her and she waited for an answer. Would it be wise to go with her right now and to hang out with his dad? Hatori would kill him if he found out. But then again.. He would love to train his own dad.

''Sure, why not?''

So guys.. This story is getting really hard lol. I am scared that i'll run out of ideas. Please post a review of what you thought about this chapter. It would really help me out alot :3

8: Team 7

Authors note; i do not own Naruto.

Boruto and Sakura finally reached the training grounds. When Boruto looked around, he didn't see anyone and wondered where his dad was.

Sakura sat down on the ground and looked at her nails. ''The others will be here in a few moments so you have to be patient'' she said.

Boruto layed down in the grass and waited. He thought about his home. He misses being around his mom and playing with his little sister. He looked at the clouds. 'That one looks like a bowl of ramen' he thought.

''Tell me something about yourself'' she suddenly asked and disturbed his cloudwatching. He looked to his side and saw her looking at him curiously.

Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

''Well.. I am from the Sarutobi clan.'' he said.

''Oh, so you're family of the Third Hokage? That's so cool!'' she said. ''You don't really look like him though.. I thought you were from the Uzumaki clan.''

Crap. He hopes she didn't figure it out that quick. He knew he looked like his dad. Sarada and a lot of the villagers told him most of the time. He didn't like it. He doesn't want to look like his father and tried to grow his hair more so that people wouldn't compare them. But he knew his eyecolour was the biggest problem. Just like his dads. Bright and blue.

''Sasuke-kun!'' Sakura suddenly screamed and almost gave Boruto a heartattack. Sasuke walked out of the woods and walked towards them. ''Hey'' he said shortly.

Boruto stared at the black haired boy. This was Sarada's dad. The man who he looked up to his entire life. His fathers rival..

''Well well, look who's back from the hospital!'' someone said from behind them. The three of them turned around and saw Naruto coming.

''Shut up loser. I'm still okay.'' Sasuke said with an annoyed look on his face.

''Who are you calling a loser teme?! You got injured while fighting that guy from the sound village. At least I won my match without going to the hospital.'' he said while grinning from ear to ear. Boruto saw Naruto glancing at Sakura from time to time.

''I was super cool, right Sakura-chan?'' he said with hope in his voice.

Sakura rolled with her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but he was kind off good. She hated praising Naruto. ''Yeah, it could've been better though. You weren't as good as Sasuke-kun.'' she said and Boruto saw hearts forming in her eyes while looking at Sasuke.

''Don't talk too big Naruto. At least my opponent was someone who was worth fighting. Anyone could win against a dog'' he said calmly as he was referring to Kiba and couldn't help but smirk. Sasuke knew Naruto would be pissed at him for saying that.

''SHUT UP SASUKE. MY OPPONENT WAS REALLY STRONG AND I STILL BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM! I COULD BEAT YOU TOO!'' he yelled and raised his fist.

''Well, you sure talk big for such a loser'' Sasuke said.

''WHAT DID YOU….''

''Im sorry im late'' they suddenly heard and everyone looked up at the same direction. There was a white haired ninja with a mask on his face. He held a book in his hand and Boruto wasn't sure but he thought he saw him laughing a bit.

''I hope I didn't miss anything. I got lost on the way here'' he said and then looked at Boruto. ''Hello Ichiyu. I hope you won't mind but you will join team 7 for a while. This is going to be a squad with four people instead of three. Any objections?''

Boruto was shocked. How did he know who he was? Ofcourse Boruto knew him because he was the hokage in his time. But..

Then it suddenly came into his head. Boruto remembered what Asuma said. He would inform Kakashi and Kurunai about this and figure out at what team he would get in. Boruto smiled and looked up at Kakashi. He felt really good right now. He could spend a lot of time with his dad and he would want to see the rivalry between him and Sasuke. It would be a lot of fun and he didn't have anything to do anyways, so hanging out with them would probably be nice until Hatori would figure out the jutsu to go back in their own time.

''I don't have any objections sensei!'' he said and glanced at the others. Sasuke just looked away like he didn't care and Sakura was too busy looking at Sasuke. Naruto on the other hand was pumped and jumped in the air. ''WOOHOO! You can teach me how to improve my sexy jutsu!'' he yelled and smiled.

''Well then, everything is settled. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. I want you guys to go and train. Ichiyu, I need to have a little talk with you.'' he suddenly said with a serious tone. The others walked away and Boruto stayed there with Kakashi. Boruto waited for him to talk.

Kakashi put his book away and looked at Boruto with a smile. ''Asuma informed me about you. You don't have to explain anything..'' he said and his face suddenly got serious. ''..But I do want you to look out for what you might say and the actions you might take Boruto. This is really dangerous and it could change the future..'' he paused. ''..I want you to understand that your relationship with your father must be kept secret from everyone'' and he gave Boruto a little wink.

Boruto froze. How did he know?

Kakashi saw Boruto staring at him. ''It is a bit obvious. You look a lot like him and I am pretty smart'' he said while laughing a bit. ''No one else will figure it out. This is going to be a secret between the two of us.'' he said.

Boruto was glad that he didn't had to hide the fact that Naruto was his father. He actually felt relieved that someone besides Hatori knew the truth. Especially this guy. He was going to be his sensai after all, so hiding things from him would be really hard.

''Do I have to go on missions with you guys too?'' Boruto asked and tried his best not be too excited about it.

''Not all of them. We only take you with us to the places where you can find the stuff you need for the jutsu. When we go on a mission that has nothing to do with the jutsu, you won't come along.'' He said and wanted to see Boruto's reaction.

Boruto looked sad but he tried to hide it. He wanted to go on a lot of missions with them but he couldn't. Oh well..

''Okay I get it. What are we going to do right now?'' he asked curiously.

''Nothing. You can go home now if you like. I just spoke with Hatori before I came here. He understands everything too and asked me if I could tell you to come home immediately. He was very annoyed by the fact that you snuck out of the house'' he said.

Boruto grinned. ''Yeah, I guess I'll go now. Bye then'' he said and walked away.

Kakashi watched him as he left. He couldn't believe the resemblance between Naruto and Boruto. Kakashi laughed in himself. He couldn't handle Naruto sometimes, let alone two of them.

Boruto walked towards the village but decided not to go home yet. He had another plan in his mind. He remembered what had happened earlier that day. The way Neji punched Hinata. How she didn't give up and the blood came out of her mouth. He flinched. His hands turned into fists and he saw Neji's face in his mind. He wanted to knock him out for good for his actions.

He remembered his mother laying flowers everyday at his uncle's grave. ''Mom, who are those flowers for?'' he asked one day and Hinata turned around to face him. He saw pain in her eyes that she couldn't hide from him even though he was only 9 years old.

''These flowers are for your uncle Boruto. His name was Neji Hyuga and he was a great man. He died while protecting your father and me.'' she smiled.

Boruto thought it was weird. Why did his mother care about him? He treated her like crap in the past. Boruto is glad that he went back in time. He couldn't believe that this all had happened.

He arrived at the hospital. He went in and asked the nurse where he could find Hinata Hyuga. The nurse showed him the way and led him to the room. She walked away and left Boruto standing in front of the door. He didn't know if this was a good idea. Maybe she would think he was weird. She didn't even know him in this time so why should he care about her? But he still wanted to know her condition. It's his mother after all and he couldn't go home before seeing and talking to her after what happened.

He decided. His hand automatically opened the door. He pushed it open and went in.

He walked into the room and saw her lying on her bed. Her breathing was slow and her eyes were shut together. She's sleeping.

He froze and wanted to turn around to leave, but then decided that he could better check if she was okay. Just to be sure.

He went over to the bedside and grabbed her hand. He studied her face and waited. It looked like she was fine. He couldn't help but stare at her. His mother looked so young here. He had seen some pictures before in the house but this was the real thing.. He thought about the ointment she gave to Naruto earlier. 'Why is dad so dense..' he thought and was annoyed by his father. Couldn't he see that she fought for him out here? She did her best and all he did was getting pissed at Neji and stalking Sakura. He didn't even come to visit her once..

Boruto suddenly remembered something. That day.. It was his mothers birthday.

He remembered his dad working at the office. His mother dressed up because he told her to wait for him until he got home. They would go on a date together because they never had the chance since he became hokage. He wanted to do something special for her and give her a huge present. And then..

FLASHBACK…

Boruto woke up. He heard his mother talking to his dad. He quickly stood up out of bed and went downstairs. He hoped he would see his fathers reaction today. It was his mothers birthday and he wanted to see the look on his face when he saw his mother dressed up like that.

He got downstairs and peeked inside the living room. Naruto was hugging her tightly and Boruto saw tears in his eyes. Boruto smirked. So his dad was crying because of how beautifull she looks? This was getting way too good!

Then he suddenly heard Naruto speaking up.

''Im sorry honey'' he said and pushed her a bit away. ''Happy birthday, I'll see you tomorrow.''

''It's okay Naruto-kun, do your best at work'' she smiled and Naruto poofed away.

A shadow clone?... Whats going on?

And then Boruto saw the one thing he never saw his entire life.. His mother started crying.

It was quite a shock. He had never seen his mother so hurt before, except at Neji's grave. He wanted to go over and hug her tightly and ask what was going on, but she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled again. ''He's the hokage after all..'' she whispered and turned around to face Boruto.

Hinata knew Boruto was standing there. She could sense his presence and didn't want to worry him. She was hurt by the fact that Naruto-kun couldn't be there for her birthday, but she understood. Being the hokage was his dream. Being there for the village was his duty. She knew that this was important for him because she had been there all his life watching him train hard to reach that goal. So she didn't mind him not being there all the time. But at times like this.. It did hurt a bit. She couldn't deny it and the tears just came by itself. But she understood..

The only problem was that Boruto didn't. He finally realized what was going on and ran into his mother's arms.

''Mom, I'm so sorry''

They decided to eat leftovers cake and Himawari joined them afterwards. It was a fun night but they still missed one certain person with them..

FLASHBACK ENDS…

He suddenly felt something grabbing him tight in his hand. He looked down and saw Hinata waking up. ''N-Naruto-kun?..''

Sorry for not updating sooner you guys! School is hard ya know :c

I won't be updating anytime soon. I'm going to France with a school trip so the next update will probably be around two weeks?

I promise the next chapter will be really long!

Much love xo

UPDATE:

Omg so you guys loool i forgot that Borutos name was Ichiyu so i quickly fixed this chapter! Sorry for the confusion if you noticed it hahahah.

9: Waking up

Authors Note; I do not own Naruto.

Everything was black..

She couldn't see a thing. What happened to her? She can't remember.

She suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. It felt like someone was stabbing her with a kunai. She didn't know how that would feel like, but she imagined it being painfull. Her head hurts and she couldn't move.

Hinata tried to remember what happened. A flashback appeared and she remembered figthting her cousin Neji. Did she win? No, she didn't. She would never win. He was far too strong. So the reason why she was laying there was because she had lost.

Then she thought about Naruto. Hinata wanted to cry. Naruto probably saw her losing. The one person she loved with all her heart saw her failing. She mentally slapped herself for being such a weakling. Naruto would never love someone who would be so weak as herself. That is what her father had learned her. ''You will never get a husband if you stay this weak'' he said. She would do better next time. She will let Naruto see the strong side of her. But when will she ever have another opportunity to show him?

She suddenly felt someone grabbing her hand tightly. She wanted to open her eyes but they refused. Her eyes felt heavy as if they were practically glued to each other. She decided to keep her eyes shut. Instead, she thought of the person who was holding her hand. Who could it be?

She went down a list of people who cared for her. The only people she could think of was her own team. Kurunai sensei, Kiba or Shino. Who else would care about her? Her family? Her father wouldn't bother seeing her even though she was in the hospital. When he hears the news, he probably wouldn't care and would find something better to do. Maybe the one holding her hand was her little sister Hanabi. Hinata didn't have a great bond with her but they both knew that they cared deeply for each other.

But then she felt the grip getting stronger. For some reason the hand felt safe. It felt warm as if the person holding it cared a lot about her. Not in a friendly way or in a lovers way, but more like he was part of her. Like they shared a deep bond. Like family.

She finally managed to open her eyes a little. She could see a little bit but the image wasn't clear. She saw something yellow. Someone with yellow hair. And the person had whiskers on his cheeks..

That could only be one person.

''N-Naruto-kun?

She felt his hand quickly leaving hers and she thought she made a mistake. Maybe the person felt offended that she thought it was someone else. She wanted to apologize but the person left the room. She wanted to stop him but he already left. She wanted to slap herself for being so stupid.

But she could swear that she saw Naruto. Who else had blonde hair and whiskers on his cheeks?

Then she suddenly thought about another boy. The boy who looked a lot like Naruto. What was his name? Inayu? Iku?

No, it was Ichiyu. But why would he come see her? She remembered him being there with the fight. Maybe he was just worried about her. Hinata's hand felt warm and she knew he had been there for a long time holding her hand. She smiled a bit.

''So one more person cares a bit about me..''

..

Boruto quickly let go of her hand and walked out of the room. He didn't want her to think he was crazy holding her hand. He wanted to stay there and talk with her for a bit but it could go so wrong. It was better if he waited and talked to her another time when she felt a bit better. She needed the rest after all.

Boruto finally walked out of the hospital and headed home. He thought about having a nice bath when he got there. Hatori would be pissed at him for being so late but he can handle it.

As he walked, he thought about home. He missed every single bit of it. He even missed his dad who he barely saw. They sometimes shared a small conversation and that could make Boruto's day a lot better. Now he just felt alone again without his family. He was with them in the past, but not actually with them. They didn't even know that he was their son. Naruto and Hinata barely know each other..

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He stopped walking and villagers bumped into him. ''Hey, watch out where your going dude!"' some guy said and walked past him.

Boruto grinned. He just had a great idea. He could speed up the progress a little between his parents. He knew that he shouldn't involve himself with the past but he just couldn't stand the fact that his father is so dense. Besides, what could be so bad about trying to get them closer together? Nothing could go wrong. He will only help them!

Boruto smiled and began walking again. He thought his idea was amazing. But the only problem was that they weren't in the same team as his mother. He had to figure out something quick.

Deep in his thoughts he finally arrived at his home. He opened the door and Boruto's eyes went wide open. The room was a mess. He saw scrolls laying everywhere on the ground and a lot of fruits and vegetables on the table.

Boruto walked in and searched for Hatori. He finally found him in the kitchen making some instant ramen. He put some water in the kettle and turned around. When he saw Boruto he went furious. ''Oh so your finally back huh?! What the hell were you thinking? You can't just leave like that without informing me what your doing. What if you did something that could change the future? Do you know how much that could change everything we have?'' he practically screamed.

Boruto took a step back and grinned. ''Hey, don't worry so much about it gramps. Everythings went fine! I did nothing stupid, trust me.'' he said and sat down on the coach. ''But what have you been up to? The room is a mess. Couldn't you find your diaper or something?'' Boruto grinned and quickly leapt to his left to avoid the carrot Hatori was throwing at him.

[urupotter]

So while I've said before that I don't like the HP subreddit, I still frequent it because occasionally I read something insightful. This is one such case, where I read a reading of Lupin that I'd never seen before in response to a comment of mine analyzing the shrieking shack confrontation between Snape, Remus, Sirius and the golden trio, where I mentioned that Lupin was a gaslighter so I wanted to share. It was created by reddit user u/UsuallySiSometimesNo and is posted here with his permission. We had a little conversation in the comments. Read it under the cut

UsuallySiSometimesNo: That struck a cord with me, too. I didn't think about that on a conscious level before, but when I read it, it felt instantly true.

Honestly, I think the strongest examples of Lupin gaslighting are actually done to himself. The biggest, character-defining example, I think, is that after finding friendship with James, Sirius, and Peter, he becomes so desperate not to be ostracized from them (due to his issues of self-worth and his personal brand of impostor syndrome) that he deliberately and routinely feeds himself false narratives about their behavior until he can no longer tell fact from fiction, even as he's experiencing it.

Their relentless bullying of Snape? A childhood rivalry.

Their casual bullying of other students? Kids being young and stupid.

Their clear disinterest verging on contempt for Peter, someone less fortunate and vulnerable with whom they're supposed to be good friends? Just mates being mates.

Even actions taken against Lupin, himself, are revised in his memory to be 'no big deal', because he desperately needs that to be true. Let's pretend for a moment that Snape indisputably deserved to be slaughtered by a werewolf the night Sirius told him how to get past the Whomping Willow. Sirius did not send Snape to be killed by any old werewolf. What happened that night was that Sirius - one of Remus' best friends, if not his actual best friend - attempted to use Remus' curse/illness against someone (which is a big enough betrayal on it's own) without ever telling Remus that when he woke up in the morning (covered in blood and in the presence of a shredded corpse) it would be to find that he had committed the act he was most petrified he might one day commit. In setting Snape up to be killed by Lupin, Sirius, at the very least, risked Lupin's sanity, and, at the very most, risked Lupin being sentenced to death.

Now, I understand that Sirius wasn't thinking about all of that when he did what he did, and I, as a someone removed from the situation (and armed with the additional character/situational knowledge granted to a reader) can even understand why Sirius' own trauma led him to grant such a blind death sentence to Snape (which I think is related to a point you made elsewhere, u/Adventure_Time_Snail, about Sirius' "violence towards those who trigger his fundamental fear of wizard fascists" because of his abusive upbringing). But Lupin's perspective is not one of an unbiased observer. And once James found out what was happening and pulled Snape back before it was too late (which, I would think, was more to save Lupin than to save Snape) and once Remus awoke the next to day to discover everything that transpired the night before, I find it hard to believe there wasn't at least some conversation about the true gravity of the situation. And yet, even all these years later, Lupin doesn't bat an eye when Sirius not only doesn't display shame when the event is mentioned in POA, but offers something akin to regret, NOT at the fact that his actions could have gotten Lupin killed, but that that they DIDN'T get Snape killed: "It served him right...", he sneered. etc. etc.

I think the obvious question here, is 'Even disregarding what Sirius did to Snape - how can Lupin be okay with the knowledge that Sirius has no regret, at all, for what he did to him, even now that they're adults?' Well, we're not in Lupin's point of view in the books, which means we can't hear his internal monologue, but I think a satisfactory answer to the question is that he's done a substantial amount of internal gymnastics in order to get to a point where he doesn't see this as a big deal, or even as something that he has a right to be upset about.... just like a gaslighter does to their victim.

Again, because we're not in Lupin's POV, we can't point to the exact instances that such internal gaslighting took place, but, based on what we do observe from Harry's POV (and based on external knowledge of gaslighting as a true-to-life concept) I wouldn't be surprised if Lupin so desperately needs everything to be okay that he derides himself for feeling bad or betrayed, that he calls himself stupid for thinking terrible things that have happened to him are a big deal, that he wars with himself about how people who are his friends and who are so good to him and who are better friends than he thinks he deserves could possibly do something to harm him/others, and that he beats down whatever emotions and senses and gut feelings he has that tells him something his friends have done might be very wrong. What we see in the books is a man who makes excuses for his friends and harbors a warped perception of reality in much the same way victims of gaslighting do, and he seems to exploit his own insecurities in order to instill doubt in his own experiences in much the same way perpetrators of gaslighting do.

I can't help but think that, by the time Lupin tells Harry that Snape harbors a particularly strong hatred for James because James was a better Quidditch player, Lupin has become so adept at gaslighting himself that he actually believes it.

tl;dr: One of Lupin's defining characteristics is that he gaslights himself out of a desperate need to be liked by others, since he has a difficult time liking himself and seems to believe all of his relationships are incredibly fragile.

Urupotter:

This is a fascinating reading on Lupin that I've never seen. I don't read him the same way, in that I think Lupin actually does know that what he's doing is wrong, he just doesn't have the moral courage to act on his conscience. (I view him as the anti Snape, great conscience, but abysmal moral courage, while Snape had unbelievable moral courage but a shitty conscience. Their arcs are about growing their moral courage and their conscience respectively) Realizing that his negligence almost got Harry killed is what triggers his arc, concluding when he goes back to Tonks and Teddy after running away, taking responsibility for his actions for the first time.

But this reading is so interesting that I'll have to reflect on it. Do you mind if I post it on my Harry Potter tumblr blog? I'll credit you of course, I would just like to discuss it with my followers. Of course if you don't want to I won't.

UsuallySiSometimesNo:

Honestly, I think the lack of in-depth conversation about Remus Lupin (at least compared to fan favorites Sirius Black and Severus Snape) is a missed opportunity and a shame. Don't get me wrong, I can discuss Sirius and Snape until blue in the face, but Lupin's arc is just as powerful in an understated (and often underestimated) way. The muddy, oversimplified truth is, without the fatal-flaw decision making of all four Marauders throughout their lives, the series of events proceeding the first chapter of the first book don't happen, and the story we all know and love never comes to be.

And speaking of sparking a discussion about Lupin...

I think Lupin actually does know that what he's doing is wrong, he just doesn't have the moral courage to act on his conscience.

You know what? I agree. And that's what makes him so interesting, I think. He is constantly and dependably full to bursting with internal conflict. When his friends are wrong/do something wrong/say something wrong, he can and does immediately identify the situation as wrong. When he does something wrong, or when he does nothing in the face of something wrong, in that moment I believe he knows the full weight of the situation. Like you said, he has a strong conscience, as well as a deeper, perhaps more nuanced understanding of right and wrong than do, for example, James and Sirius. Now, Lupin needs his friends. They're not just people to hang out with, they're a lifeline for him. He's not going to engage in conflict with them if there is even the slightest chance that he might lose them (for a variety of reasons, he lacks, as you said, the moral courage to do so). But he's also a generally decent human being, and with a strong conscience comes the capacity for sincere guilt and remorse. So, not only will he not confront his friends, he needs it to be okay that he doesn't confront them. And it's at that point that I think the self gaslighting is triggered.

But Lupin is intelligent and nobody's fool, so the gaslighting creates only a thin layer of ice over the problem. Just enough of a cover that he can live with the things he would otherwise deeply regret. I do think he believes the alternative reality he makes for himself to be accurate as long as it isn't really challenged. Crack the ice, though, and we see him express remorse and reveal an underlying awareness of past and present truths. But then the moment is over, and the war between the uncomfortably and full weight of the truth and his need for the companionship of his friends returns, and then the gaslighting begins again, allowing him an easier return to his closest friends (and eventually his closest friend, singular, after the others have been taken from him as was his fear all along) without conflict and with minimal strain on his conscience.

Once Sirius, the last of his original chosen family is gone - truly gone, as opposed to 'located elsewhere' as he was when in prison - following OOtP, suddenly Lupin's arc takes off at a greater speed than at any point prior. He's now literally lost all of the people he'd been terrified of figuratively losing. Although there are still people and things he cares about, he isn't as dependent on any of them as he was on those foundational friendships, and the finality of their absence allows him to finally grow beyond his stifling cycle of reality shifting, confront the truths of his reality and his circumstances, and, as you said, finally take responsibility by returning to Tonks and Teddy - a decision that, ultimately, triggers his death (I don't mean to imply that it was a bad decision or that it's the sole cause of his death, but Rowling has said that being 'out of practice' contributed to his loss at the Battle of Hogwarts, which makes for a fantastic tragedy).

I don't mean to overstate the importance of this theory or imply that it's always present when he's on-stage, and, as with anyone, many other elements, of course, factor into his actions/words/motives. But I think it's a fascinating potential component of his character all the same. If you have more thoughts on this, I love to hear them - and I look forward to reading the discussion on your blog!

So what do you think? Is this a valid reading of Lupin? I'd say it is, but I'm interested in reading my followers thoughts!

[vdlest]

Onto It

Characters:

TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Bucky and Sam are both in New York to finish their mission with the power broker, turns out to be Sharon Carter. The latter is not just the villain in this story, but you once got jealous of her as well when she tried to seduce your man.

Warning:

Swearing

Jealousy

Mention of Smut

"You know you could just call Bucky instead of being a grumpy old lady in here," Wanda pointed out as you accidentally dropped your pen for fifth time.

You and Wanda are doing some mission report in the house that you share together, the reports that you and Wanda are reading and discussing has something to do with the mission two had last week. But your mind is not completely concentrated to whatever the report says. Your mind is in New York, thinking of your man, Bucky Barnes.

"Come on, y/n," Wanda handed you your phone, "Just call him already. I know you're worried about the fact that he and Sam is there in New York to deal with the Sharon Carter," she raised her two hands to make air-quotation-marks upon mentioning Sharon's name.

You used to have no problem with Sharon, you actually wanted her to and Steve to enjoy each other's company before. But that was before. Before that witch became a villain in your lives. All along she is the power broker and she made a fool out of you all. Not just that, she even tried to seduce Bucky because she wanted to cover up her real identity. She put a substance on Bucky's drink to drug him and make it look like something happened to them, but before she could pull off her plan, you and Sam were able to stop her, however she escaped.

"Sam and Bucky are in New York to take that woman down, so I shouldn't feel worried about it anymore," you confidently said, realizing that Bucky promised that there's only woman in his life and that's you.

The two of you started dating a year ago now, but both of you just want to keep it unlabeled for now. But you won't deny the fact that you have been wanting to take it to the next level. There were times when you would ask yourself what is your right to get jealous if there's someone trying to steal your man, he's not even yours to begin with.

"Aren't you guys getting tired of the unlabeled thingy?" Wanda asked you as he closes the folder she's holding, "I mean, no offense, okay? But you clearly like each other. You guys have been dating for a year now and don't you think it's a bit unfair on your part?"

"Unfair, why?" you questioned her. "Wanda, it is also my choice to put it this way. We don't want to rush things about us," you explained.

"Yeah, I know that you guys are confident with your relationship as exclusively dating, but it's better to put label in it. Trust me, you should do it while you still can," she reached for you hand and gave it a squeeze as she smiles at you, "Vis and I didn't have much time. So you and Bucky should make it lasts while you can."

You can sense pain in Wanda's voice. It must've really hard for her to move on and accept her and Vision's fate. If you were in her place, you don't know what will make you stay in your sanity.

Wanda has always been a good friend to you. She has always give you advices and her presence in your life makes you understand the things you were having a hard time understanding, like love itself.

"Do you want some coffee?" Wanda asked you as she stood up from her seat, "I'll probably order some food as well, I'm starving."

Just when Wanda's about to leave to order food and coffee, your phone rang.

B U C K Y calling...

"Seems like your guy cannot live in a day without hearing your voice," Wanda teased before she made her way out, leaving you alone inside the family room.

You grabbed your phone and answered the call of your unofficial boyfriend.

"Hey, I've been texting you, but you're not replying. Are you okay?" he asked as soon as you accepted his call.

"Oh, yeah," you saw the multiple messages that came from him, but you weren't able to see it because you were too preoccupied with the reports and the fact that Sharon Carter is bugging your mind, "Sorry, just got a little mixed up with the mission reports. Wanda and I have been reading it for almost 2 hours."

First of all, you did not want to tell him about your issue with Sharon Carter, although he's already aware of it and he knows already that you got jealous and really angry of her for what happened. Second, you did not want him to feel like you don't trust him.

"How's the mission?" you asked him, changing the topic.

"Well, we finally caught Sharon red-handed. She's in custody right now and the investigation about her will start first thing in the morning tomorrow," he said. Even though they've already taken Sharon down, he and Sam have to stay in New York for a few more days since they have to stay for the investigation, "You, alright?"

You hate it when he knows something's wrong with you or something's bothering your mind. He can already sense it just by the way you breath or speak.

"You know that I know you already, right? So, tell me, what's bothering you?" he questions.

The sigh you let out confirmed his hunch, you're not gonna get away with it anyway so you might as well fire with it. You've always been so honest with him anyway.

"I'm just not so comfortable with the fact that Sharon Carter witch, God, I hope Agent Peggy Carter will forgive me for telling bad words about her niece," you heard him chuckle in the other end. "But God, I can't just forget what she did to you, what she almost did to you."

"You mean when she almost raped me?" he joked.

"Look, Bucky, it's not really funny, okay?" you groaned as you hear him chuckle again on the other line.

"I get it, y/n. Okay? I get it. You have to stop worrying about it, okay? It won't happen ever again. Besides, after this mission, I won't be involved in anything about Sharon anymore. And I also want to take you out again, something that I haven't done for a while now," he reassured you.

It's true that two of you haven't gone on a date for quite some time, as both of you got busy with different things, especially in saving the world and humankind. But it's not really something that bothers you. He still makes you feel special in different ways.

"Buck," you remembered what Wanda advised you and you know you had to open it up to Bucky as soon as you could, "Can we also talk about us when you get back?" you hesitantly asked.

"What do you mean talk about us?" he sounded worried. You closed your eyes as you asked yourself if you did the right thing of opening it up to him this early, "Y/n, do you want us to stop? 'Cause if you do, you can just tell me now."

"Bucky, no," you answered immediately. God knows that's the very last thing you want to happen. You didn't want to lose him. "I just...I...I am...fuck!" you swore, you don't know how to tell him about it.

"Y/n, what's happening? Just tell me so we could do something about it."

You sighed as you prepare yourself to tell everything to him, "I know I was the one who told you and suggested that we should just do the unlabeled relationship because it's much easier that way, and it really was. We did not feel any pressure. We did not feel we have to rush or something, but I just got tired of it. I got tired of it the moment Sharon asked me a few months ago when the incident happened that what is my right to get jealous, to get mad, we're not even in a relationship. It hit me. That question fucking hit me. And here's Wanda telling me how we should make everything last while we can and I feel so guilty that we're taking our time for granted knowing that she and Vision did not get to their happy ending." You took a deep breath and closes your eyes for a second, "I didn't mean to pressure you or anything Bucky, I really don't. I just don't want to take what we have for granted."

After you let your feelings out, it took a few seconds before Bucky could finally answer you. His silence made you nervous but the moment you heard him chuckle, you felt a little relief.

"You're right, we should talk about us when I get back. I should put label to our relationship and I shouldn't make you feel that we're nothing, because you really mean the world to me, y/n. And it's about time we put this whole thing we have in the right pedestal," his words made you ease the embarassment and the awkwardness you're feeling. "Just stop thinking about Sharon, okay? I don't give a damn about her. The whole time I'm away from you all I think is how I would kiss your lips and every inch of your body."

You laughed by the fact that he's thinking of making love to you while he shove off the idea of Sharon Carter or any woman in his life, because there's only one woman in his life and that's you.

"You know I like it when I see you so possessive of me, makes me so eager to fuck you until you realized that you're the only woman I give a fuck," you could clearly hear him he was whispering.

You went out of the family room and went up to your room, giving you more privacy since the man you're talking to right now is starting to propose phone sex.

"Is it just me or you're whispering?" you innocently asked.

"Well, I'm not now. I just got inside my car so," he paused for a moment, "So prepare yourself 'cause I'll make you so wet that you'll wish I'm beside you tonight to attend to your needs."

"You wish," you teased him. "Come home first and I'll cum for you, you tease."

He chuckled, "I'm onto it, sweetheart. I'll ask Sam if I could leave early."

"And what excuse will you tell him?" you asked.

"I'll tell him that I need to make Y/N Y/L/N officially mine, officially my girlfriend. I'll also tell him that there's someone I need to help with her sexual needs," he's joking on the last part but his first sentence made your heart shiver and so excited at the same time.

"That's exciting, and tempting," you teased him back. "Why don't you start pumping your cock and imagine that I'm doing it for you? While I lay here in my bed, thinking of your vibranium fingers making me whimper and moan your fucking name?"

"You're killing me," he groaned and that gave you the sign that he's already pumping himself. "Remind me to punish you for teasing me like this when I get back."

Wanda is right. You should never waste the time you and Bucky have. You should never take anything for granted. Bucky told you that you mean the world to him, and he makes you feel that way, not just sexually, but in romantic way. He would swept you off of your feet. He would do anything for you. That is why if there's someone who'll ask you who are you in James Buchanan Barnes' life, you would just simply answer that you're the love of his life. Too proud to claim it but that's the truth.

No woman can ever make you feel threatened of her anymore, as Bucky claim you his and you claim him as yours day by day, night by night.

-v.dl

[joel-millerr]

What’s Your Favorite Color?

Chapter Seven of We Are One When Together (formerly A Mandalorian and a Smuggler)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.2k

Summary: reader is stuck on the Crest with Mando and the kid. what should be an uneventful trip turns into something that changes everyone on board.

Warnings: SMUT! rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, praise kink(?), aftercare, depictions of death, mentions of mental illness (even though the reader doesn’t explicitly say it--it’s more implied), slight spit play?

A/N: ok so this might be the dirtiest thing I've written but I'm just so proud of where this story is going and I hope you guys enjoy. also, the entire chapter takes place on the crest, and it’s one day :)

also big shoutout to @eznova​ who helped me with this chapter. LOVE U

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I worry that your own attachment to the Mandalorian will be your undoing.

That eerie reminder echoes over and over in your mind as you wake up from one of the best nights of your life. It’s hard to control the stupid, shit-eating grin plastered on your face as you lie in Mando’s cot. You’re alone, but his scent—a delicious mix of soap and musk, fill your nostrils and if you close your eyes and focus hard enough, you can imagine him laying right next to you, wrapping strong, tree trunk sizes arms around you and placing chaste kisses all over your skin.

You couldn’t have planned falling for Mando so deeply and so quickly as you have, mainly considering that you haven’t known each other for very long, but you know damn well that if given the opportunity, you’d do everything over again.

Stars, you don’t even know what his name is.

What is his first name?

Should you ask him? You don’t want to come off imposing, and there’s a part of you that wants to wait until he chooses to share that information with you, rather than try to wrestle it out of him, but he’s shrouded in mystery, and that just reels you in even more. You really want to pick his brain, figure out what makes him him, but you don’t know if you’ll ever get that chance. There’s the possibility though, that after last night, he’ll be more vulnerable around you. Maybe you’ll both be more vulnerable and inclined to share each other’s pasts. After all, you’ve been pretty intimate with each other.

When you finally decide it’s probably time for you to get out of bed and face the potential awkwardness that could happen between you and Mando, the door to the cubby hole hisses open, with neither the kid nor Mando in sight. Your feet touch down on the cold ship’s floor, and you slip into your boots. Once on your feet, you feel an ache at the apex of your thighs. It stings and you have to basically have to walk with your thighs spread apart in order to ease some of the uncomfortableness between your legs. Every move you make is a reminder of the night before. You can even feel him inside you, stretching your walls to hug him perfectly. Kriff, you’re already wet and you only just woke up.

Hoping a sanisteam will wipe away the crude thoughts from your barely conscious mind, you take to the fresher and wake yourself up with a brisk rinse. Once you’re out and throw on yesterday clothes—you make a mental note to wash your only other garments, you’re about to head up to the cockpit when you hear Mando’s voice. Stopping at the ladder, you listen in on what he’s saying.

“…but you have to agree to go with them if they want you to. Understand?” His’s voice goes quiet for a moment. “Plus, I can’t train you. You’re too…powerful. Don’t you want to learn more of that Jedi stuff?”

It’s a damn shame how last night you had heard his true voice for the first time, unmodulated but still as deep and rough as it sounds with the distortion of his helmet, and probably won’t be privy to it for a while. You wish you could hear him, like really hear him, naked and untapped again but even if you don’t, it’ll just make last night even more significant.

You hear the Child coo in response before hearing Mando’s cadence again. “I agreed to take you back to your own kind, so that’s what I need to do.” There’s a brief pause. “You understand that, right?”

For the first time, you detect some sadness in Mando’s tone. Like he’s trying to reassure not only the kid but also himself that he needs to go through with this, that even though there might be a part of him that doesn’t want to let the Child go, in the end he has no choice in the matter. It tugs at your heartstrings. The Mandalorian, a seasoned warrior, a survivor, a bounty hunter—at war with himself and his own feelings.

You can’t help but feel guilty as well. Ahsoka had warned you that one day, you too would have to make a choice but after last night… It’s no longer as clear-cut as you initially thought it would be. Had this come to you even just six months ago, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought. You’d make the choice of being a Jedi, and forgo all attachments and dedicate your life to the Order. It wouldn’t be hard for you to set all your feelings aside—you’ve had many years of practice on that subject, but now things are completely upside down. It’s territory you’ve never been in before and Maker, that terrifies you. The longer you journey with the Mandalorian, the more you become weaved together like vines wrapping themselves around a duracrete structure. Similar to the ancient temples on Naboo, tightening and gripping in every nook and cranny until it’s impossible to separate one without destroying the other.

When you reach the floor of the cockpit, you watch Mando sit ever still in the pilot’s chair, with Grogu seated to his right. Your boots hitting the ground as you walk alerts the Child, his ears twitching in your direction and he giggles excitedly, holding that little durasteel ball in his hands.

“Morning,” you announce as you plop down in the seat to Mando’s left. Grogu peers at you with big eyes and makes grabby hands at you, so lean over and bring him into your lap.

“How long until we reach Coruscant?”

“A day or two,” he answers curtly, keeping his visor glued to the blues of hyperspace through the transparisteel.

“Oh, okay. Looks like we’ll have time to kill then.”

Mando rises from his seat, turns his body to you for just a moment before announcing his leave. “Does your blaster need cleaning?”

“Uh—maybe?”

He offers you a quick dip of the helmet before leaving the cockpit in one swift movement and heading down the ladder. Your eyebrows pull together as you stare at the empty doorway to the little room you and the Child are still seated in. Looking down at him, you whisper, “Why do I get the feeling he’s avoiding me?”

Grogu bats his eyes at you before gently sucking on the ball still firmly gripped in his claws. It’ll always amaze you how attached he is to that sphere. You might never know why it’s so important to him but then again, you suppose that it’s a secret between him and his caregiver.

“I wish I knew what was going on in that mind of his,” you confess—not necessarily to Grogu, but since he’s the only one around, you feel almost compelled to spew your concerns and confusions about everything that’s happened.

“What do we do, little guy? I suppose since you’ve had training, you’ll probably want to be found by a Jedi, right?”

Grogu mumbles something at you and for just a second, you think he might understand you.

“And you’re okay with leaving him?”

He coos almost sadly, and you can hear your heart shattering. This little creature has grown such an attachment to Mando. It’s exactly what Ahsoka said—Mando’s basically his father and truthfully, if your parents were still alive, you couldn’t imagine leaving them to join a group that shuns on attachments. It would take a strength that you couldn’t muster to pull yourself away from them, not after knowing the kind of pain of having to live without them.

“I’m scared, Grogu. Truthfully, I have no idea what to think about all this.”

Of course, he doesn’t say anything. He’s not even really paying attention, too busy staring at the little ball in his hands. It’s okay, though. It’s enough just for you to express your concerns aloud. Your mind can get cluttered if you think about everything all at once. The moments you convey your thoughts verbally, it forces you to focus on what you’re actually saying, rather than all the hypotheticals that bounce around in your head.

“Should I go down there?”

Again, Grogu says nothing, he doesn’t even look up at you. Eyeing where Mando sat just minutes ago, you feel like a teenager. You’re both adults, you can’t just tiptoe around each other, it’s not like there are many places to hide on the Crest, anyway. If he won’t come to you, you’ll just have to go to him.

Holding Grogu close to your chest, you take to the ladder and head down, being mindful not to accidentally hit his head on the rungs. Just as you reach the hull, you notice Mando facing one of the crates, his blaster completely taken apart, wiping the coil with a dirty rag. Placing Grogu in the bunk to your left, you lean on another crate and watch Mando dissect his weapon and clean every little bit of residue off his gun.

“How’s your shoulder?” Mando asks, back still turned to you.

“It’s fine, kinda aches a bit but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you answer, transfixed at the way Mando meticulously cleans his weapons. He’s nothing if not thorough.

“Mmm,” he hums low in his throat. The sound reminds you of the mind-altering grunts he made the night before when he was balls deep inside you, causing you to rub your thighs together at the memory. That sanisteam was supposed to get of these filthy thoughts.

It becomes suddenly very awkward in the hull and you get the feeling that you might be lingering. He clears his throat a few times but says nothing. There may not come another time where you could try to learn more about Mando, so now seems like right time. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you muster up the strength to finally ask him, “You were born on Mandalore?” Keeping your eyes down, staring at your feet because you just don’t have the nerve to look at him.

“No, Aq Vetina.”

“Oh… I thought—”

“I was a foundling.”

“Like Grogu.”

“Yes,” he answers deep in his throat.

It suddenly makes sense why Mando saved him from the Empire, and why Grogu’s still in his care. He sees himself in the Child. He sees the vulnerability, the childlike innocence and he understands that he is responsible for this little baby, at least until you find a Jedi that is.

“Do all Mandalorians hide their faces?” You ask curiously.

There’s not much that you know about Mandalorians. The few things you do know about them is that they’re almost impossible to find due to the Empire nearly wiping them all out, and that they’re some of the best—if not the best warriors in the galaxy. Given the fact that Mando hasn’t removed his helmet once since you’ve been around (until last night), you can assume he take his Creed very seriously, and can’t help but wonder if the Child has been fortunate to catching a glimpse of his face.

“No,” he answers methodically.

Already feeling like you’re pushing the limits of how many questions you can ask before he finally decides to shut you down and stops being so forthcoming, the genuine curiosity is sadly too strong for you to pull back. It’s not like you’ve ever had this much time around someone so secretive and mysterious as Mando, and there’s just too many pieces to this puzzle that you want to so desperately put together.

“So, why do you do it?”

“This is the—” he begins, but a chuff of air slips through your lips before he can finish speaking. “What?” He asks annoyingly, turning his body around to face you.

“I don’t know…” Your hands motion around you in an effort to find the right words. “I mean you did take off your helmet in front of me last night.”

“I did.” The words come out through gritted teeth.

“So, is the rule that you can’t take off the helmet or that you can’t show your face? Because there is a difference between the two.”

This must catch him off guard because Mando stays silent for a ridiculously long time. The two possibilities are that he’s considering what you’re saying—which you’re beginning to doubt, or he thinks you’re totally out of line and is choosing to ignore you. You have this bad habit of being pretty blunt and somewhat insensitive with the way you express yourself and that’s caused you some issues with others in the past, but it’s always gotten the results you wanted. Honestly, someone like Mando will probably have tough skin, so you’re pretty sure he can handle whatever you throw at him.

“When did this become an interrogation about what I choose and choose not to do?” He grumbles, resting his hands on his utility belt.

“Doesn’t really seem like you’re choosing…” you mumble under your breath, kicking the ground and keeping your eyes to the floor.

“What did you say?” He asks defensively, squaring his shoulders and then taking a step forward. Out of habit, you lean back further against the crate.

“I’m not trying to offend you,” you clarify, using the bottom of your foot to kick off the crate, and straightening your back. “I’m just trying to understand—”

“Why?”

“Well, we’re kinda stuck with each other for who knows how long, so we should take this time to get to know each other, don’t you think?” Raising an eyebrow at him, you rest your hands on your hips, waiting for him to either deflect or finally let his guard down and talk like two normal adults.

“I don’t see how that matters.”

Your jaw literally drops, completely dumbfounded. It during moments like this that you so desperately wish you could see what his facial expression is. Why does he continuously try to keep a distance between himself and every living thing in the galaxy? Is he scared of being vulnerable around someone else? That his reputation as a hardened Mandalorian warrior would be compromised if he so much as shared a tiny bit of information with you? Does he think a Mandalorian would come and strike him down for having his own opinion about his Creed? That questioning the only thing he knew since he was a child would be considered sacrilegious?

It’s pretty silly how worked up you’re getting right now, but the way Mando dismisses you, it stirs up that anger inside you that is so hard to control. He’s always pushing your buttons, just as you push his—only this time, you simply wanted to know a little more about him. Is that too much to ask for?

Do you continue to press him?

Do you let it go?

Announcing your defeat by drawling out a sigh, your hands drop to your sides, looking down at the ground because you can’t be bothered to look at him in the visor anymore. “All right, well I’m going to head up to the cockpit and um…” You try to come up with a quick excuse to leave the room as it’s becoming more and more awkward with each passing second, but unfortunately, nothing comes to mind. You result to turning on your heel and climbing up the ladder without another word, not bothering to wait and see if Mando comes up with something to say before you disappear.

Once you reach the doorway, the blues of hyperspace nearly blind you, and your hand comes up to give shade to your eyes as they adjust to the sudden change in brightness. You’ll need to find something to keep your mind occupied until you enter Coruscant airspace, because you’ll quite frankly drive yourself insane not doing anything, so you walk over to the control panel in front of Mando’s chair and begin running some diagnostics to see at what capacity the hyperdrive is operating at, see if there’s any leakage that you could fix inside the ship and any little thing that might need some maintenance. After running a few tests, you realize that unfortunately, Peli had fixed pretty much every little issue with the ship, so there really is nothing to fix in order to keep yourself busy.

Fuck.

Feeling defeated, you fall back onto your bum and sit on the cold floor, back leaning against one of the walls, resting your right arm on one of the passenger seats. You’ve always hated silence. With nothing to distract yourself with, your mind always ends up wandering, overanalyzing every little minute detail of your life, meticulously going over each moment in time and thinking of all the ways you could have done something different, how the choices you made were wrong, how things would be better off if you did x instead of y. It gnaws at you, until the only thing you feel like you can do to stop the voices inside your mind is to scream and lash out, causing pain to yourself and everyone around you.

Is this the work of the Dark Side or is it just your unstable mind?

Is it both—working together and tearing you apart from the inside out? Slowly picking your brain apart, section by section, nerve ending by nerve ending until all that’s left of you is the worthlessness of your existence, a make-up of atoms and tissue that can’t be controlled or understood?

Stars, you’re doing it again.

You can feel your mind retreating deeper and deeper into itself, wanting to disappear from all of this. Making yourself as small as you can, you pull your knees close to your chest, head dropping down between them while your palms rub the back of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and clenching so hard you think you might end up ripping some right out of your head.

The harder you pull, the more anxious you become. Heartrate picking up steadily and the lump in your throat growing in size, it’s as if the space around you is screaming, that everything is spinning, which could explain all this anxiety you suddenly feel when in reality, it’s all just in your head. The cockpit is dead silent, there isn’t even the slightest sound coming from down in the hull. Everything is deafeningly still and yet you feel it’s all too loud, and you just want to scream. Scream until you feel your vocal cords explode or until there’s no air left in your lungs. Your body no longer feels like it’s yours, and instead it’s as if you’re just living inside of it, watching everything happen around you but not having any actual control over it.

Fuck fuck fuc kfuck fuck fuck

Being so wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t even hear Mando coming up the ladder. You don’t hear his heavy boots clanking against durasteel. You don’t even hear him speaking to you. All you feel is a presence and when you finally lull your head back and peek through heavy lids, you see Mando—on his fucking knees, trying to comfort you. One of his hands hovering over your figure like he’s not sure whether to touch you or not.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks as softly as he possibly can. It comes out smooth like honey but still sitting at a low register through his helmet.

“I’m fine,” you answer curtly, no longer feeling particularly chatty.

He sighs deep in his throat, and you can tell he wants to ask you again, maybe hoping he’ll get the truth this time, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes a step back and sits down on the chair opposite the one you’re closest to and stays as silent as a statue. While normally you appreciate the company, right now you want to be left alone, but you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave. So, you stay where you are, both acting like the other isn’t there.

As time ebbs on, your breathing has slows down. Mando being there—despite not saying anything, has you distracted. Your mind’s starting to settle on what’s going on at the present time, rather than all the thoughts that clawed at you just minutes ago. Without even realizing it, he’s helped you significantly.

“How old are you?”

Taken aback by his sudden engagement in conversation, you lean into the wall behind you and feel your shoulders touch the cold durasteel.

“Sorry?” you ask, pulling your eyebrows closely together. This might be the first time he’s ever asked you something personal. When Mando asks a question, it’s usually because he’s searching for clarification, not because he’s genuinely curious.

“How old are you?” He repeats.

You tell him your age and he hums in his throat.

“What about you?”

Something like a chuckle emits from his helmet before answering. “Older than you.”

That’s as close to an actual answer as you’ll get from him.

Okay, since you’re back to asking trivial questions about each other, “Is there anything you like to do for fun?”

“Fun?” He echoes.

“Yeah. Like, what do you do for enjoyment?”

He stays silent for much longer than you expected. Maker, does he not know how to have fun? Maybe it’s the way you worded the question?

“What brings you pleasure?”

His head turns to you and cocks ever so slowly to the side. It’s impossible to hide the annoyance on your face. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest, a chuff of air releases from your nostrils.

“Forget it.”

“I…don’t know,” he answers somewhat defeatedly. The idea that Mando doesn’t know what having fun is comes as quite a shock to you. Even though you didn’t have much knowledge on Mandalorians, you didn’t expect that they were unable to have fun.

“Okay, forget that question. What’s your favorite color?”

“Who has a favorite color?”

“People, Mando. People have favorite colors.”

“I don’t.” Letting out a gentle laugh, you use the palms of your hands to push against the floor and rise off the ground, slipping into the chair you were leaning on previously. Turning your body in the direction of the Mandalorian sitting across from you, you sit cross legged.

“There isn’t a color that you gravitate towards? One you look at and think, ‘I like that’?”

“I suppose I never thought of it.”

He’s been missing out on so much. How he’s been going through life without having these mundane preferences or opinions on things is…almost unfathomable. Every person you’ve ever met has had these frivolous details that made them different, giving you an insight into their personalities but Mando has no preference on anything. He just…exists.

“I’m assuming you have one?” he asks through the modulator.

“Yellow,” you begin to say. “But not a flashy kind of yellow, more like a dusty, pale yellow.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is that your favorite color?”

“I don’t know, Mando,” you answer with a smile on your face. “I just like how it looks. It’s warm and inviting.”

“Hmmm.”

“I guess… It reminds me of the sun. Back home, the sun would shine so bright, and it was so big. I used to stare at it even though my mother warned me not do that.”

He doesn’t say anything more but given that this might be the longest casual conversation you two have ever had, it’s quite the improvement from just saying a couple words to each other.

“Why do you always wear your armor?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… We’re in hyperspace right now and you’re geared up for battle. Doesn’t it get uncomfortable always wearing your armor? Isn’t it heavy?”

“It is heavy.”

Eyebrows knitting tightly together, your lips press into a thin line, unamused by Mando dancing around your question.

“Are… Are you not even allowed to at least take off your armor in front of another person?”

“I never thought about it. I’m usually alone so it makes sense to keep it on; in case.”

“In case what? We’re not going to get attacked in hyperspace.”

“It’s not impossible.”

“Seriously, Mando. You need to loosen up a bit.”

“I do not need to ‘loosen up’. I’m fine,” he says, a hint of derision in his voice.

“Says the guy in full body armor all the time.”

“It’s practical.”

“Oh, it’s practical,” you mock, a grin creeping up on your lips.

“Yes.”

“Even when you’re fucking someone?” You remark, eyebrow raised.

The visor burns into you. He’s definitely caught off guard by your brass question. Your lips curl into a sly smile, your tongue darting across your bottom lip.

“No one’s complained about it.”

Oh.

It’s kind of silly how angry that statement makes you. Okay, not necessarily angry but it definitely stirs something deep inside you. It’s clear by the way he fucked you last night that you weren’t his first—he’s obviously experienced in that area. However, you can’t help the way your jaw clenches at the thought of someone else crying out his name while he fucks them senseless.

You’re mine.

Thighs rubbing together as you remember Mando’s confession from last night, it’s quickly replaced by the thought of him saying that to someone else. Has he said that to anyone else? Are you reading into this too much? What if the only reason he said it was because it was in the heat of the moment? People say things during intimacy that they don’t necessarily mean… You’re definitely overthinking things, right?

“What are you thinking?” He beckons, voice hitting that part inside of you that nearly has you fucking moaning on the spot. How can a voice be so intoxicating? It’s not even his true voice, it’s distorted and cuts up like static but it has you nearly soaked in your seat.

“Nothing,” you lie, hoping he’ll drop the subject and move on.

He doesn’t.

“You’re quiet and from what I can tell, your heat signature’s gone up.”

Your what? “My heat sig—? No, your helmet must be malfunctioning.”

“Oh,” he rises from his seat slowly, squaring his shoulders as he does but doesn’t take a step towards you. He stays painstaking still, visor never once breaking away from you. “Is that right?”

Stars. Your heartbeat is picking up, palms starting to sweat, and your throat is beginning to close up. Your eyes maintain their gaze, trying to regain some kind of control over the situation. It’s childish, really—always attempting to have even the slightest amount of authority over whatever situation you’re put in with Mando because you never actually have any control. He may fool you into thinking you do, but at the end of the day, Mando is always the one in control.

“Your heat signature is burning up, pretty girl,” he taunts.

Kriff, this is not going the way you want it to go. You can’t be the only one looking foolish right now. If he wants to play the game, you can play it too, and you’ll make damn sure you play it better.

Looking him up and down trying to pinpoint any indication that he may not be as calm and collected as he’s playing off, your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. As your vision pierces into him, you notice him shift his weight slightly, his hands balled tightly into fists by his sides.

“Why so tense, Mando?”

“I’m not—”

“Oh,” you echo his words from just minutes ago. Slowly slipping out of the chair, you stand to face him, squaring your shoulders. Pleasure heats up deep in your stomach, travelling down to the apex of your thighs, reminding you of how sore you actually are. “Is that right?”

“Stop that,” he warns. You got him.

“Not doing anything,” your voice sounding as innocent as you can while your eyes convey the opposite. You want him to know that you won’t give in so easily.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Do—” he starts but quickly composes himself. Craning his neck, his next words drip out of him slowly. “Drive me crazy.”

“Any of your other friends ever drive you crazy?”

Okay, that was a low blow, but you can’t shake the thought from your mind. For Maker’s sake, you’re an adult. Obviously he’s had lovers before, why is this so hard for you to accept? It’s not like you guys are together, you’re simply stuck with each other for the time being. Not only that, but you’ve had your fair share of men. He doesn’t seem to be jealous about that.

I’ll kill anyone who comes close to you.

“Mmm, are you… jealous?”

“Maker, no.” Lie.

“Then why are your cheeks red?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkfuck

Why does your face always have to give you away? You can play sabacc with the best deadpan expression in the galaxy, but right now you can’t even hide your resentment. How is Mando able to get under your skin and expose your every emotion, every thought? He pulls it out of you and basically presents it to you on a fucking platter.

“Because you annoy the shit out of me.”

“Your body is telling me otherwise.”

“Stop cheating! I can’t read your body heat, that’s not fair.”

“I’m not trying to play fair.”

All right, if this is how he wants to play, you’ll just have to be bolder. Taking a deep breath and exhaling through parted lips, your left foot moves forward, taking one big stride towards Mando, stopping just inches from his breastplate. You can practically feel his own heat vibrating off of him. His fists tighten even more, and you swear you can hear his breathing quicken, cutting up in the helmet.

“You’re not the only one who can play games, Mando.”

He makes a noise in his throat, somewhere between a growl and a groan. Stars, the air is getting thick, you’re all but drunk on this feeling. Your undergarments are stuck to your pussy, drenched with slick, waiting for someone to make the first move. The blood is pounding in your ears, but you try to maintain the best stony stare you can muster. This is a fight you’re not willing to lose. You bite down on your bottom lip, staring into the ‘T’ of his helmet through hooded lids. His chest pushes out slightly and his head angles to the side, just enough for you to see the underneath of his jaw. There’s some stubble poking out from the bottom of his helmet, and you lick your lips at the sight. Wanting to put your lips to his jawline and trail wet kisses along it, gently sucking at his skin. Maker, you might end up losing this if you don’t compose yourself.

“What do you want?” He asks, voice hoarse and low.

“For you to lose,” your answer is honest. You want him to break down and give in, just to give you the slightest bit of power.

Mando lets out this sound, a joyful sound you’ve only heard once or twice before but it nearly throws you for a loop. Hearing him laugh, even if it’s quick and low, fills you up with the greatest amount of delight. To see someone who’s always stoic and serious let out a sound of pure pleasure, it makes up for all the times he purposely chooses to get under your skin. All the moments he infuriates you, it all goes away with the sound of his laugh.

At this moment, you’re grateful that his face is covered because you definitely would have crushed your lips together by now. His helmet actually works to your advantage, holding you back from doing the one thing you would have otherwise done by now.

“I’m not touching you,” he whispers. It sounds less like a statement to you and more like a reminder to himself. He’s fighting his urges just as much as you are, but you will continue to fight this until he breaks, he has to break.

“Then don’t.”

All of sudden, you both hear a disturbance coming from the hull. The kid must be getting into trouble down there.

“I’ll go check on him,” you tell him, choosing not to wait for Mando to say anything in return before making your way to the ladder of the cockpit. Fighting the urge to take one last look at him before disappearing down the rungs, you head down to the hull and see Grogu rummaging through the various crates placed around the Crest. Once he sees you, he shows you a big toothy grin and runs straight for you, arms stretched out. You bend down and pick him up, holding him close to your chest.

“Hey, kiddo. What trouble are you getting yourself into down here?”

Grogu babbles something at you and you smile in return. A small grumble, something like an animal growling, comes from the baby’s stomach and his ears droop down.

“Hungry, little guy? Let’s see what we got for you.”

Walking down the hull with the kid in your arms, you stop at the small closest Mando keeps his ration packs. There aren’t many packs left, just enough to hold all three of you down until you land on Coruscant. After that, you’ll need to buy some more packs. Grabbing one of the packages and a bowl from one of the shelves, you prop the kid on one of the smaller crates and begin emptying the contents of the pack in the durasteel dish.

It’s a dark green looking blob. Quite frankly, you hate ration packs. They always look like food that’s been mashed together into a jelly bar and even despite the fact that once you add water to it so that it actually looks like food, just the sight of it in its raw form is enough to ruin your appetite. The kid doesn’t care about all that though; he’d eat anything you give him. Back on Sorgan, you had seen him eat a frog whole—just swallowed it without even a second thought. It was impressive and yet totally gross at the same time.

Leaving him on the box momentarily, you walk over to the sink in the privy and let a few droplets of water touch the blob in the bowl. Within seconds, the bar transforms into a small bread roll. It’ll hopefully be enough to tie him down for a few hours.

Passing by the ladder, you call out to Mando. “Hey, I’m about to feed the kid. Do you want to come down for a meal?”

“Not hungry. Thank you,” you hear him answer. He never eats with you two. Given that he needs to take off his helmet in order to feed himself, he chooses to wait until you’re both asleep or nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t stop you from asking each time. Part of it is so that he feels included but mostly you hope that one day he’ll choose to sit with you both. One day, you think to yourself.

When you hand the bowl over to Grogu gently, he takes it with both hands and begins eating the bread like it’s the first meal he’s ever had. Your brows pull tightly together as you watch him devour his food. For such a small creature, he sure eats like a bantha. He could probably eat for a whole day without stopping to catch his breath.

It’ll never seize to amaze you just how strong this little guy is. He’s so tiny and somehow, he possesses a power stronger than you could ever really understand. This is the same kid that saved Mando’s life from a mudhorn. This is the kid that swallowed a whole frog that was half his size. A child this small is somehow a Jedi.

Once he’s done eating, he peers up at you with big, black eyes and coos at you.

“Nah, I’m not hungry right now, kid,” you answer as if you understand what he’s saying to you. Then again…maybe you can understand him.

Ahsoka said she and Grogu could feel each other’s thoughts. You should be able to do the same, right? Granted you have no training in the matter, but you were able to communicate with him once, surely you could do it again.

Your hand reaches out to him and you hook a finger around his hand. He grips around your index and squeezes you tenderly. Closing your eyes, you try to imagine what he could be thinking, what he might be trying to tell you. At first, you don’t hear or see anything—just darkness. A part of you wants to give up, nothing that it was worth a shot anyway, but you choose to press on. Focusing hard on Grogu, you relax the tension in your shoulders and take a deep breath, exhaling through your lips.

By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind…

A woman’s voice fills your mind, but you can’t make out any of her features. Focus, you tell yourself.

You are as its father.

A Mandalorian. She looks different than Mando. Her helmet looks to be made of gold, with horns erecting from the very top. Her armor appeared to be different as well. Unlike Mando’s shiny, chrome beskar, her cuirass is a reddish brown and instead of a cape, she wears a fur coat on her back. Immediately, you got the impression she’s a warrior of her own nature, just as cunning as Mando, but in a swifter, more agile way, unlike Mando’s brash style of battle.

Just as the moment appeared, it vanished, filling your mind with images of sand dunes. Suddenly, you’re back in Mos Eisley. Only this time, you’re much younger, playing on the outskirts of the city with Tye.

--

“Tye, I’m tired,” you whine out to him. He’s running around the sand, punting a ball at you and then taking it away when you opt not to kick it back to him.

“Oh come on, we have to head back soon anyway. Just a little bit longer.”

It’s hard to hide your disappointment. Really, you just want to be inside. Today is such a blazingly hot day, and water is at its peak in scarcity. Most folks will be inside all day, avoiding the scorching heat. Less time outdoors means less water consumed, but Tye never listens to what he’s told. He does whatever he wants and drags you along with him and unfortunately, you have a hard time saying no to him, so you’re almost always roped into his shenanigans.

“Tyyyyyyye,” you drawl out. “I want to go inside! It’s too hot!”

Just as you say that a giant spacecraft enters the atmosphere, covering the entire surrounding area in shadows. You look up at the giant structure in awe. You’ve never seen a spacecraft so grand before, jaw dropping as you watch two smaller vessels appear from the hovering fortress above your heads. They drop down a little less than a click away. By now, Tye is at your side, both of you watching men in white uniforms exit the ships, charging towards your direction. An immediate fear washes over you, grabbing Tye’s wrist and running to hide behind a nearby moisture vaporator. Your heart is racing, and you feel Tye’s own panic coursing through your veins.

“Wh-what’s going on?” He whispers, voice shaking as he speaks.

“I don’t know…”

The men pass you by, not even taking a second to look around them. Their heads stay glued to what’s in front of them, hands gripping onto giant guns you’ve never seen before. Just as fast as they came, they disappear into the city. Screams and shrieks suddenly break out. People scatter, running out of the city walls in mass hysteria. Your legs itch to run, to find your parents, but Tye senses your urgency and grabs your forearm.

“We have to stay.”

“But—”

He whispers your name. “We don’t know who those people are. We’re safer here.”

Your bottom lip begins to quiver. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as the screams of the villagers echo through the city walls, causing you to wince. Tye wraps his arms around you, and you embrace each other, weeping silently in each other’s arms, praying to the Maker that these soldiers leave. The sound of Tye repeating, “It’s okay. We’re okay,” echoing in your mind.

It’s only when the sun begins to set that the town becomes quiet. The spacecrafts are gone, leaving no trace that they were even here. Your eyes are swollen from the tears, and you feel overwhelmingly exhausted. Body still shaking, burning off adrenaline and fear. Standing up is difficult, your knees are buckling but the need to see your parents is stronger than the quaking of your legs. You wake Tye up by shaking his shoulder gently.

“They’re gone. We have to head back.”

He rubs at his eyes with the heel of his palms. At first it doesn’t seem like he fully understands you, but when he looks up and doesn’t see the ship from before, he all but jumps up, dusting the sand off his clothes and charging right into the city.

“Tye! Wait up!” You shout after him, but he doesn’t relent. Taking large strides, you attempt to catch up with him, running past weeping elders, hysterical children, and what appears to be dead bodies all around you. Your mind doesn’t allow you to process what you’re seeing, you’re just too focused on catching up with Tye and then finding your parents.

His name being called in the distance stops him dead in his tracks.

“Mama! Papa!” He cries out, pivoting around in hopes to see someone he knows. When you finally manage to catch up to him, his mother appears from the shadows, tears streaming down her face. From the faint streetlights, her cheeks are dark red, and her eyes are just as swollen as you assume yours are.

“Sweetheart!” She shouts as she races to you both, wrapping you up in her arms and squeezing you until the air is all but knocked out of your lungs. It hurts, but you hold on to her anyway, feeling her warm, motherly touch.

“Where’s Papa?” He asks in the crook of his mother’s neck. Tye’s voice is hoarse from crying and yelling, and she attempts to soothe him by gently shushing him.

“It’s okay, son. We’re okay.”

“I have to get home,” you say, pulling away from her grip.

“Honey…”

The look on her face… you’ll never forget it. Tears welling up in her eyes, her jaw slacking because she wants to say something but not knowing how to say it. The pain you see in her green eyes, it’s like she’s just watched a loved one die right in front of her. Fear and anguish hit you in waves, crashing down on you more aggressively with every second that goes by.

“No…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Taking a step away from her, her arm reaches out to you.

“Sweetie…” she tries again.

Shaking your head in panic, you turn on your heel in one swift movement and disappear down one of the quieter streets and make for your home. As you race in the direction of your dwelling, your heart bangs against your ribcage, tears flying down your cheeks. You can’t even see where you’re going due to the water in your eyes, but you keep trekking on. Nothing’s going to stop you. Throat unbearably tight, you can barely let in little breaths as you turn the corner to where you live.

When you reach the street, you stop so suddenly that you almost tumble down on the ground, somehow managing to catch yourself at the last moment, your breathing ridiculously erratic. There’s a horde of adults crowding the front door to where you live. Your feet carry you to them at a painstakingly slow pace. Blood pounding in your ears, you can barely make out what anyone is saying. When someone finally catches sight of you, they rush towards you, dropping down to their knees to meet your eye level.

“Sweetie, we can’t let you go in there.”

“But t-t-that’s my h-ho-me,” you manage to say through shaky breaths.

“I know, but we ca—”

You push passed them before they can finish speaking and dart passed several other people trying to stop you until you squeeze through the half-open door into your house, pressing a button on the control panel by the doorway. The door hisses shut.

There’s only a bit of light offered inside. To your left, you see the table you’d sit at with your parents for supper. The chairs are tucked neatly under the table. You’re not sure if the banging you hear is from someone outside trying to get in, or if it’s your heart thumping against your chest but it doesn’t deter you from searching for your parents.

As you continue to scan the area, there’s a couple of cups lying around on the counter, but other than that, nothing is out of place. Relief begins to settle in but is rapidly replaced by sheer terror when you finally shift your head to the right. Then, you see them.

Your parents lying face down on the floor.

“No!” You cry out, running to them and dropping to your knees to hover over their bodies.

There’s a blaster sized hole in your father’s back, heat still steaming off his wound. Your screams could be heard from the other end of the city, clutching onto their lifeless bodies as you beg for them to wake up.

“Please, wake up. Mama, Papa. P-please!”

Someone pulls you off of them, wrapping their arms around your torso. Your arms flail around, clawing and scratching at whoever’s holding onto you. “Let me go! My parents! Let me go!” Your voice is shrill and hoarse, becoming more hysterical, but they never let go. Your parents become smaller and smaller as you’re carried away from them. The last thing you remember is seeing the door to your home whoosh shut…

Your body jolts, and you’re not on Tatooine, anymore. You’re on the Razor Crest. Grogu sits just a foot away from you, peering up at your shivering body. Somehow, you exposed a memory you had sworn to never remember. After that day, you locked that memory up in a part of your brain and shut it off, choosing never to think about it again. The pain was too much for you to handle. Instead of facing your pain, you always chose to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t exist. Once again, compartmentalizing your trauma and locking it away for good.

Grogu fusses and when you look down to him, his eyes begin to flutter. Poor thing gets so sleepy whenever he messes with the Force. You pick him up and hold him close to your chest, making your way to Mando’s bunk. As you pass the ladder, the kid fusses and makes grabby hands for the ladder.

“You want Mando?” You ask him, and Grogu babbles in response.

Climbing the ladder with him in your arms is a bit difficult, but you’re able to get to the top without too much of a struggle.

“He wants to be with you,” you tell him.

Mando swivels his chair around to face you. Extending his arms out to you, you hand Grogu over to him and your hands briefly touch. The brushing of your hands suddenly reminds you of the game you were in the middle of playing just before the kid decided to explore the cargo hold.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

Turning on your heel, you head down the ladder quickly. How is it that over the course of just a few hours, you could go through so much emotional turmoil? Honestly, you haven’t even been awake for that long, but you’re already wanting to take a nap.

Fuck it, there’s nothing else to go in this hunk of metal, and Mando’s probably busy with the kid, so you decide to let your body rest. Crawling into the little cubby hole and shutting the door closed, you close your eyes and hope your body will allow you some peace of mind.

--

You’re reminded of why you hate naps so much when you wake up. Instead of feeling refreshed, you always end up feeling much worse. First off, you always wake up in a cold sweat and feeling super groggy. Quite frankly, it does the exact opposite of what you hoped a nap would do. Secondly? Mando’s cot is unbearably hard. It shouldn’t be considered a bed; it resembles more like duracrete than anything else. As much as you like finally being able to sleep not sitting up in that kriffing passenger chair, this is another struggle of its own.

Pushing the button on the control panel by the door, it opens with a swift motion. The first thing you clock is that the Crest’s lights are almost all out, making it damn near impossible for you to even see your hand in front of your face. How in the hell is Mando able to walk around here not being able to see a single thing? The second thing you notice is the sound of running water. He must be taking a sanisteam.

To think that just on the other side of that wall, he’s naked and wet? If it were anybody else, you’d strip out of your clothes and join them, but things aren’t that simple with Mando. There are boundaries you wouldn’t dare cross unless he gives you his consent. Rather than frustrate you, it entices you even more. It keeps you wanting more and more, especially because he can’t just give you everything you want, whenever you want. No, you have to work for it.

Realizing that now you’re basically just standing outside the fresher like a creep, you head up to the cockpit in search of the kid. Just like you suspected, he’s sound asleep in one of the passengers’ chairs, wrapped up in what looks to be Mando’s cape. The thought of Mando taking off his cape to wrap Grogu up makes you stupidly giddy.

Treading carefully as to not make any noise to wake him up, you tiptoe back to the ladder and shut the cockpit door, your feet barely touching the rungs as you descend back down to the hull.

Something in your stomach growls, and you’re suddenly reminded that you haven’t eaten since… yesterday? Kriff, has it really been that long since your last meal? You head over to the pantry where the packs are kept, extending your arms out in front of you so you don’t bang into anything on your way there, and grab the first pack your hand touches, not having a preference as to what you’ll be eating today—tonight? You don’t even know what time of the day it is. Time in hyperspace can be difficult to keep track of. The only way you’d know what time it is is if you checked the control panel back up in the cockpit and right now, it’s just not worth the trip.

The pack itself feels sloshy in your hands; it’s probably some kind soup. Reaching into the closet again, your hand searches for a bowl to put your meal in.

Mando will be out of the fresher at any moment now, given that the water’s been turned off for a minute or two. The door to the fresher wooshes open and out of reflex, you shut your eyes but are quickly reminded that the hull is so faintly lit that even with your eyes open you wouldn’t be able to see him, but just to be safe, you announce your presence.

“I heard you,” is all you hear back.

“Can you turn the lights on a little bit more? I can barely see a thing and I really don’t feel like dropping my soup all over your ship.”

He doesn’t answer but within seconds the Crest transforms from a dark abyss to a twinkling, starry night. Not unlike the ones you’d spend hours staring at with Tye in the sand dunes during your teenage years.

Your head spins to your left, selfishly hoping to catch a sight of Mando, and Maker do your eyes latch onto him.

He’s not wearing a shirt, first of all. This is the most of his skin that you’ve ever seen before. The warm lights flickering off his back accentuates the curves of his muscles, concaving in certain areas and then protruding in others, outlining every bit of toned tissue. You can vaguely make out a few water droplets trailing down his golden skin, and it’s seriously taking all the self-control you have not to close the gap between you both and lick them off his back. An ache begins to build in the apex of your thighs, and you start to rub your legs together in an effort to alleviate some of the heat stirring inside you. Still wearing the kriffing helmet, though.

The second thing you notice is the vast amount of scarring on his skin. Each scar representing a different battle. You could probably lay him flat on his stomach, and his back would appear like a visual biography of his life, each mark giving you an understanding into his past, and the tests and trials he’s had to overcome over the years.

What were you trying to do, again?

Food.

You need food.

“Do you—” you squeak. Pull yourself together. Clearing your throat in hopes your tone will go back down to its normal octave, you repeat yourself. “Do you want any soup?”

“No t—” he begins to say but you cut him off before he can finish. You knew he’d say he wasn’t hungry.

“Have you eaten today?” Your eyes stay glued to the bowl in front of you. You’re certain that if you so much as looked at him again, you’d forget about the damned soup and pounce on him like loth cat.

“No.”

“Then you’re eating.”

Taking a second bowl from the shelf, you divide the soup evenly between both cups and begin making your way over to Mando, keeping your head down in the off chance he’s still not wearing a shirt, you don’t want to seem like you’re gawking at him.

“You can look,” he clarifies, noting the way you refuse to look up from ground.

When your eyes finally shift from the ground to look at him, he’s now wearing a black long-sleeved tunic that hugs his figure in ways that should be illegal. Your jaw is practically hanging and swallowing the lump in your throat causes a sound somewhere close to a moan to expel from your mouth, but you’re quick enough to stifle it with a cough.

As you hand him the bowl of soup, you’re feeling incredibly shy for some reason, your hand extending out and trembling as he takes it from you.

“I’ll eat in the cockpit to give you some privacy,” you tell him as you put your hand on the railing.

“No,” he says immediately, grabbing your forearm and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Stay.”

Lips curling upwards into a smile, you end up biting down on your bottom lip to keep the smile from growing and growing as you replay that in your mind.

Stay.

Moving away from the ladder, Mando pulls out one of the smaller crates and seats himself down on it. As you begin to look around for another box you could sit on yourself, he watches you closely.

“You can sit here, if you want.”

“Oh, okay.”

Once you’re seated, you begin to take small sips of your soup. Mando reaches over to where his vambrace is—scattered somewhere on another crate and presses a button on it. The Crest’s lights fade even more, leaving you both in almost complete darkness.

A muffled hiss fills the air, and you hear beskar touch the durasteel ground. You eat in silence for a few minutes, hearing only each other’s sips as you continue to fill your bellies with food. It’s incredibly domestic. A Mandalorian and a…well you’re not really sure what you should label yourself as, but you’ll stick with smuggler for now; the two of you eating together like an actual couple—even if that’s far from what your relationship actually is.

“No amour?” You decide to ask, trying to make a bit of small talk in the pitch-black abyss.

“Someone told me I had to ‘loosen up’,” he jests, knocking his elbow against your arm. Maker, you’ll never get tired of hearing that unmodulated voice of his. Something as simple of a voice shouldn’t make you feel the way it does. For a man who kills for a living, he speaks with such a gentle intonation.

It’s such a juxtaposition, really. In full body armor, Mando is definitely one of the most feared hunters in the galaxy. He’ll kill if something threatens his life or the kid’s life. Impossible to read, impossible to predict. But right now? He’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him. No helmet, no amour. His guard is as down as you’ve ever seen and is willing himself to be naked with you, even if he’s still fully clothed. How you were able to find yourself in this situation is something you might never be able to fully understand, but it is truly the greatest gift you could have ever been given.

“I’m sorry about before,” you whispers, feeling guilty about how you approached the question about his helmet. “I didn’t mean to pressure you about your Creed.”

It’s not fair for you to come down so hard on him. You might not understand why he chooses to live his life with such restrictions, but it really isn’t any of your business.

“It’s fine.”

You still feel angry with yourself for acting the way you did, but if Mando says it’s fine, the last thing you’ll do is continue your self-loathing and make him feel uncomfortable about the whole thing.

Taking the last sip of soup and feeling satisfied with your meal, you push yourself to your feet. “Are you finished?” you ask him.

“Yes, thank you.”

You search aimlessly in the dark for a moment in search of his dish and accidentally knock the bowl right out of his hand, hearing it tumble on the ground.

“Shit, sorry,” you curse, dropping to your knees in search for it. While frantically searching for the dish, you feel his hand caress the small of your back, sending shivers through your spine.

You’re starting to feel pretty flustered, the fact that you’re both in the darkness doesn’t help. There’s no way of anticipating what could happen and that’s exhilarating and unnerving. Of course, you eventually find the bowl and Mando’s hand disappears from your back once you get back on your feet.

Walking over to the pantry where the ration packs are, you place the bowls on the shelf, making a mental reminder to wash them later. Just as you’re about to turn around and head back to where you think Mando is, you suddenly feel a presence behind you. Two hands grip onto either side of your hips and he presses his body against yours, pushing you right up against the little closet. A moan escapes your lips without even realizing it, and you can feel his hot breath tickle the crook of your neck.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all fucking day,” he growls in your ear.

Holy Maker, the heat in your stomach is somehow already becoming too much. You’re basically panting, the blood in your ears is almost deafening.

“I’ve been watching the way you’re walking. Did I hurt you? Do you still feel me?”

“Stars,” you breathe out.

Mando presses his lips to your skin, sending shockwaves through your entire core. You can feel his stubble prick your neck and it’s everything you didn’t know you craved. It feels deliciously rough.

Your hands brace themselves against the door, it’s the only way you can keep yourself upright. Knees already buckling, feeling the heat pooling from your cunt and drenching your underwear with slick. One of his hands begin to trail away from your hip and trace the waistband to your trousers. Instead of teasing you though, his hand wastes no time pushing passed your pants and panties, finding his way down to your cunt and cupping it with such force you jerk forwards, groaning as his hand finds your clit.

“Already so wet for me.”

Fingers leaving your bud, he slides them between your folds, gathering your slick on his calloused fingertips and then he’s shoving a thick finger deep inside you. His free hand flies to your throat, applying slight pressure with his thumb and index on that sweet spot underneath your jawline.

“Fuck,” you cry out brokenly. It doesn’t fill you up nearly as much as his cock does, but the way he moves inside of you, hitting that spot inside you no one has ever touched, marking it as his, causes you to see fucking stars.

Mando nips at your neck, alternating between sloppy kisses and bites hard enough to cause bruises, you can already feel an orgasm stirring inside you. You clench around his digit, feeling yourself climb higher and higher.

“Are you already close?” He mutters in between kisses and nibbles.

“Shit, fuck I-I think so.”

Your hand finds its way to the back of his head, grabbing fistfuls of his soft, damp locks and pulling hard, causing Mando to groan in your ear and buck his hips into yours. You can feel the outline of his rock-hard rock against your ass, and you grind into him, feeling his length burrow between your cheeks. You’re so close to your climax already.

Without missing a beat, he pulls out of you and his hand disappears from between your thighs.

“W-why?”

Grabbing your hips, he flips you around to face him.

“Up,” he instructs.

You linger there for a moment, unsure of what he’s asking you to do. When you don’t move, his hands grab onto your waist and lift you off the ground without so much of a groan. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms cross around the back of his neck, your head leaning on his shoulder. He walks over to the little bunk in the corner of the hull and lowers you onto the mattress gently, being mindful not to hit your head on the small doorway.

Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, the thrill of not being able to see him at all and not having a clue as to what he’ll do next, it’s incredibly sensual. Your legs unwrap themselves from his waist and dangle off the edge of the cot. His hands trail up to the waistband of your pants and tugs them down off your ass. Lifting your hips up to help him, he takes them—along with your underwear, off and you hear them thump to the floor.

Hands returning to your skin, he hooks thems under your calves and lifts them up so your bent at the knees, feet resting on the edge of the bunk.

The anticipation is getting to you. He continues to take his agonizingly sweet time running the tips of fingers on your naked skin, causing you to shiver and goosebumps to form on your skin. Lifting one of your legs and placing it over his shoulders, he peppers kisses from your ankle all the way to your inner thigh and repeats the same taunt with the other leg. Both of them now resting on his shoulders, he drops to his knees in front of you. Suddenly feeling nervous, you try to close your legs and end up squeezing his head by accident.

“Shit, sorry,” you whisper, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Shhh,” he hushes, placing a large hand on your sternum and pushing you back down on the cot gingerly, and then his lips are on your skin again, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites all over your inner thighs, slowly getting closer to your throbbing pussy but never getting close enough to relieve the pressure building.

“Mando, please,” you whimper.

“Do I have to gag you?”

Shit… How is he able to make that sound so fucking hot?

“I’m going to take care of you, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that?” His voice is gentle but commanding.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Good girl.”

His tongue glides over your clit and there’s no controlling the moan that rips through you. Pulling away immediately, Mando stands up and presses his body into yours, his mouth merely inches away from yours, his large hand cupping just underneath your jaw.

“What did I say, pretty girl?”

You can feel his hot breath on your lips. If you just moved even the littlest bit forward, your lips would meet his. Licking your lips, you wrench your eyes shut to keep you from closing the gap.

“To be quiet,” you manage to say through ragged breaths.

“So be quiet,” he hisses, feeling his teeth sink into your bottom lip for just a second and then his weight is off you, returning to your thighs. His arms wrap around your thighs, keeping them pinned over his shoulders. Now, he wastes no time lapping you up, flicking your clit with his tongue with such a mind-blowing rhythm you have to throw your arm over your mouth and bite down on your skin to keep from making any noise. Mando never relents, developing the perfect torture. He plays with your bud then practically shoves his entire fucking face in your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you as far as it can go. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to bubble up to the surface, threatening to burst. It’s all too much, your body starts to shake from the sensations.

You’re close, you’re so fucking close. Dropping your arm to your side, your voice hoarse from stifling all your cries, you’re somehow able to find the strength to say, “I’m gonna come.”

“No,” is all he answers.

No?

“W-w-what?”

“Hold it,” he says hastily, then continues his assault on your pussy.

How in kriffing hell are you supposed to hold it? You’re basically already there and he’s denying you it. You can’t hold on; you can’t stop it.

“I c-can’t,” you confess.

And then he stops. His tongue leaves you, his hands leave your skin, and you’re left there on the bed, legs hanging off the cot, chest heaving from being so fucking close and then being denied at the very last second.

“What the fuck?” You ask breathlessly, a hint of anger but mostly disappointment in your tone.

You hear him make a noise and then something wet trickles down your clit down to your entrance. It’s…sticky and warm. Did he just spit on you?

Lifting your legs back up and letting your feet balance on the very edge of the bunk, his cock rubs against you, angling the tip of himself to slide between your folds, mixing your slick, his spit and precome all over his length and you. Mando continues to tease you, lining himself up with your entrance but never sheathing himself inside you. It’s driving you fucking insane, even angling your hips whenever he does, hoping he’ll lose his self-control and plunge into you, but it only spurs him on. He knows how much it’s annoying you and he’s fucking thriving on it.

“If you don’t start fucking me soon…” you warn.

Mando actually laughs at you, like this is all a big joke to him. Anger begins to mix with your arousal, this is maddening. Why won’t he just fuck you already?

All of a sudden, he slams into you with so much power, you actually slide up the cot, and you wail feeling so fucking full and tight, your cry filling the small space you’re in. You’re still sore from the night before and feeling him stretch your walls again is almost unbearable, but it feels too fucking good. You’ll take every fucking inch of him without a single complaint. Then, just as your pussy begins to acclimate to him, he pulls out, hiking your shirt up just enough for him to grab onto your naked waist and pulling you back down closer to him.

“Mando!”

He leans over you once again, a hand cradles the back of your head while his thumb rubs your cheek tenderly. “If this gets to be too much, just tell me to stop and I will.”

Letting out a deep breath through your lips, you nod.

“Words.”

“I’ll tell you to stop.”

“Good.”

Thrusting his hips against you, his cock continues to grind along your slit, making you dizzy from both the lack of touch and the taunting of his cock against you.

“Maker, you’re so fucking wet. You sure you didn’t come?”

Words aren’t something you’re capable of forming so you’re stuck resorting to answering him with broken sobs. Practically writhing from all the overstimulation and lack of, from him toying with you, the pressure in your cunt actually fucking hurts, you’re nearly begging for some release. Adding onto the fact that you can’t see a fucking thing, it heightens all your other senses. They compensate for your lack of vision; everything feels so much more intense than you ever could have imagined.

No one could ever drive you to the brink of madness and pull you back in at the last second. No one could possibly make you feel so satisfied yet deprived. You’re convinced you’ve traveled the galaxy in search of him, that your soul was missing a piece so small, you didn’t even know it was missing until Mando filled that void. He’s etched into your skin, your bones, your veins. Every nerve ending tissue has been electrified by this enigma of a man. A man who wouldn’t hesitate to kill those who’d try to come between him and his clan.

Kriff, you’re drained already. He hasn’t even begun to fuck you, but waves of exhaustion are coming over you. Mando’s still fucking teasing you, only ever prodding the tip of himself inside you and then pulling away before he can truly fill you up.

He said if this became too much for you to handle, all you had to do was say the word and he’d stop. You’re starting to consider it; you don’t think you can handle much more of the slow torture he’s inflicting.

Just as your jaw slackens, he slams into you in a sift motion, fully immersing himself inside your swollen walls.

“Fuck!” You pant out, wrenching your eyes shut and feeling tears trinkle down your cheeks. Mando doesn’t move one bit, just sits inside you like he’s waiting for you to adjust yourself to the size of him.

“Shit, you’re tight. Gonna train that pretty cunt of yours to mold to my cock,” he grits out. Big hands hold you down by the waist, and he ever so slooooowly eases out of you only to ram into you again, all the way to the hilt. You’re seeing stars, every move, every thrust bringing you closer to euphoria. The only thing your mind can process is how fucking amazing it feels to be clenched around his cock. It’s mind bending, it’s intoxicating, you’ll never get used to the way he fucking tortures you.

He develops a downright brutal pace, pulling out just enough for his tip to pierce your walls and then pounding into you, growling every time he touches your cervix. Once he’s fully immersed inside you, he bucks his hips and practically jackhammers his cock inside you. A sheen of sweat covering both your bodies causes the sound of skin slapping against skin to sound so wet and fucking obscene. Still pounding into you, Mando’s hands leave your waist to grab under your thighs, lifting them up to hang off his shoulders. Pushing down on the backs of your thighs, he practically bends you in half at the knees, an arm on either side of your head, and then begins a pace so fast and brutal, you’re sure you’ll be sore for weeks. The spot he’s hitting right now is one you didn’t think was even possible. It knocks all the air out of your lungs, you can’t even make a goddamn sound. Your throat is bone dry, and whatever pathetic sounds that escape you are barely audible and breathless.

“Stars, you feel fucking amazing,” he mutters in your ear, and then he’s sucking at your neck, bruising the skin.

Mouth agape, you’re so fucking close to coming, a part of you doesn’t even want to tell him how close you are in case he stops. You don’t think you could physically handle it if he denied you again.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how much fucking noise your little cunt is making?”

On a normal day, Mando says as little as possible, giving you a quick sentence in response or even a one-word answer, but when he’s balls deep inside you, he can’t seem to shut up. He turns into a blabbering mess, offering you praise after praise like it’s a fucking prayer. Mando makes a note of everything. He comments on your gushing pussy, how your walls clench around him as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, how no one will ever touch you again.

How you’re his.

And you? You can barely throw two words together. You’re on the brink of losing your goddamn mind. Is this what being on spice is like? Feeling a sense of euphoria that hits you wave after wave, each one stronger and more intense than the last, teetering the line between sanity and insanity.

“…mine,” you hear him snarl. Reality doesn’t even feel real anymore, you can barely make out what he’s saying to you.

Something like a whimper slips through your parted lips.

“Now, come for me.”

He barely finishes speaking before your orgasm tears right through you. It begins deep inside you and is quickly shattering the earth around you. Crying out so loud Mando has to slap his hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds expelling from your lips. He continues to pound into your pussy, riding out the ripples of your climax, not relenting even for one moment. There isn’t any fucking air in your lungs—Mando’s weight is still pressing you into the cot and your climax is so strong, your chest is way passed heaving now.

You’ll be chasing this high for the rest of your life, the feeling of Mando unleashing his feral instincts on you, and you just helplessly letting him take control of you—it’s unlike anything you ever could have imagined.

“Good girl,” he praises. When you don’t immediately answer, still in a haze from the mind-shattering orgasm that just expelled out of you, Mando stills, cupping your face with his hand and murmurs, “Are you okay?”

Your lips part, and your brain desperately tries to find any word that might help him understand that you’re okay and also anything but okay. Only being able to breathe in quick, sharp breaths, Mando places a kiss on your jaw and repeats in the gentlest tone you’ve ever heard him speak, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

Shaking your head frantically, you attempt to moisten your throat by swallowing, and it gives you enough to answer, “I’m okay.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He reiterates.

“No,” you croak.

“Are you sure?” Stars, how can he be so relentless in the way he fucks you and switch into a nurturer so quickly?

“Mmm. Please f-fuck me,” you mewl against him.

His cock twitches at your plea, and he obliges. In an effort to help you climb down from the overstimulation, he eases in and out of you at a deliciously hard, but slow pace, and then he does something you couldn’t have been prepared for. Your lips are slightly parted, letting in little bursts of air to help calm your breathing, and suddenly, you feel wet, soft lips clash onto yours. Instinctively, you yelp into his mouth from the unexpected touch, but you quickly acclimate to it, feeling your lips move on his. It’s a little awkward at first, you get the impression Mando hasn’t kissed many people in his life, because your teeth end up clashing together a few times. He fucking giggles into your mouth and you all but melt into the cot. His tongue slips passed your lips and meets yours and you can taste yourself and broth on his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, pressing your lips even deeper on his. Mando moans low in his throat and you can feel the vibrations ripple in your own mouth.

He makes to pull away, but you keep his lips locked on yours, using your hands to keep him where you want him. He gives in without hesitation, letting you take control of the kiss as he continues to ram into you. The dreams you’ve had of this moment, the moment you’d feel his mouth on yours doesn’t even come close to the feeling of it happening to you right now. It all makes sense now. Every kiss you’ve had previously was just practice for this. It was all just preparing you for this defining moment, the moment you’d finally be able to break through Mando’s heavily guarded walls. Every smack of your lips, every flick your tongues, every broken moan in each other’s throats, they’re all just feats breaking down the duracrete barrier that he’s forced himself to build over the years.

Bodies intertwined, every part of yourselves wrapped up in the other, it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins, and you suppose that’s how this is was always supposed to be. Each of you were missing the same piece— the inability to be perceived as anything but a person of strong will. Believing that vulnerability was a weakness, instead of something that should be treasured, and without knowing it, your paths crossed and challenged every part of your identity.

Foundling, Mandalorian, bounty hunter, father.

Orphan, mechanic, smuggler, Jedi.

Those shouldn’t mix together as perfectly as they do, but stars, does it feel like everything finally makes sense.

A second orgasm begins to brew in your stomach, but you don’t dare pull away from Mando’s lips. You’ll never pull away until he forces himself off of you.

He leaves your lips for just a moment, panting and his own chest heaving against yours. “Maker, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Shhh,” Tugging desperately at his hair, you close the small gap between you and slosh your mouths together. You both whimper brokenly on each other’s lips, and Mando slams into you three more times before his hips still, feeling his cock pump his seed into your soaking pussy. Just as he begins to come, your second climax reaches its peak and crashes into you. His hands are back on your waist, digging his fingernails into your skin. Whatever moans you both cry out are muffled by each other’s’ mouths, catching the sound and swallowing it, burying it deep inside one another.

When you come start to come down from your climaxes, Mando drops his head to the crook of your neck, burying his face into your skin and pressing sloppy, chaste kisses right where your jaw meets your neck.

“I—” You attempt to speak, but your vocal cords are so raw, it hurts even just making a sound. You’re still practically bent in half, and your legs are burning up. Resorting to stir around hoping he’ll get the message, Mando pulls off of you, using both his hands to very gently bring them down his shoulders, one by one, once again giving each of your inner thighs some tender pecks. Pulling out of you, his come seeps out of your completely worn out slit. He peppers a few kisses along your waist, and then you hear his footsteps retreat.

“Where—” You begin to say, making to slowly prop yourself on your elbows.

“I’m still here,” he assures you.

You can hear him moving things around, and you seriously wish there was some kind of light allowing you to see what he’s doing but given that your eyes have gotten used to being in complete darkness, you’re sure you’d be blinded by even the smallest amount of light right now.

A few minutes go by and then you feel his hands on your hips, pulling you down the cot. Once he feels like your head won’t hit the top of the bunk, he lifts you off your feet, wrapping his arms around your back, and in turn you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you for a couple steps and then brings you down onto what you expect will be the cold ground. Instead, you feel cotton on your back as he lowers you down.

“Where did you—?”

“I have a couple of extra capes in case one gets too battered,” he says, answering your question before you can finish asking it.

As soon as your head touches the ground, you feel your eyelids shut, exhaustion overpowering you. Turning over on your side and hiking up one of your legs up so that your knee lines up with your chest, you don’t even care that your own slick and his seed is practically dripping down your legs. You don’t care that you’re still naked from the waist down. The only thing you care about is falling asleep, preferably in Mando’s arms.

“Don’t sleep yet. Need to clean you up,”

“Mmm,” you protest. “Later.”

Mando chuckles lightly and then he’s wiping the slick off your legs and entrance with what feels like… a pair of trousers.

“Are you using my pants to clean that up?”

“It’s the first thing I grabbed. I’ll wash it.”

“Mmm, you better,” you mumble into your arm.

Now, you’re starting to slip in and out of consciousness, fatigue taking you over. Mando rummages around the hull for a bit longer, and then joins you on the floor, throwing what you assume is another cape, over your half naked body. You don’t even have the energy to move your body over towards his, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You’re both still close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other’s skin.

“Hey, Mando?”

“Yes?”

“I won.”

Things are quiet for a few minutes after that, and you’re on the verge of falling asleep when his velvety smooth voice breaks through the silence of the Crest.

“Blue,” his voice is low and barely audible.

“Mmm?” You mumble, desperately trying to stay awake.

“I…like the color blue.”

Okay, now that puts a stupid, hazy smile on your face. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Any particular shade of blue? Bright… dark?” You may be barely conscious, but you hang onto every word he says.

“I guess… dark.”

“Mmm,” you hum. “Why do you like that color?”

He lets out a deep breath, like he’s about to confess something to you that he hasn’t told anyone else. As if in this very moment, he’s about to give himself to you completely. “The Mandalorians that saved me from that battle droid in my village. Their armor was blue.”

Mando doesn’t elaborate any further, but he doesn’t have to. Feeling your heart tighten in your chest, you imagine what a young Mando must have been feeling when that droid pointed its guns at him. How he must have been utterly terrified and convinced that he was about to die. And then to be saved at the last moment. Seeing these warriors in blue armor coming to rescue him, to save his village from an even worse massacre. They were his saviors, it only makes sense that after all these years, that color would bring him solace and comfort.

It’s quite ironic, actually. Blues have the reputation of representing sadness or pain and you too have been accustomed to associating blue with your own trauma, and then here comes Mando.

The color symbolizes the exact opposite of what its known for. To him, it brings relief and reminds him of being saved; representing the beginning of a new life that he’s exemplified through and through. It’s a beautiful confession, and you’ll forever be searching for him in all the shades of blue that the galaxy has to offer.

Two opposites.

Yellow and blue.

One representing happiness and light. The other representing sadness and melancholy. Blend those two together and you create the fiercest of combinations. A beautiful balance of both extremes.

And when you think about it, what color does blue and yellow make?

[kingsofargentina]

I had planned on making this before copa américa begun, but then life happened. Better late than never, tho, right? Let's call this a celebration of Argentina's win. :D

Kun Agüero and Leo Messi are the OTP of all OTPs for me, so here is a list of a few of my favorite kunessi fanfics that I've read over the years. This is not by any means a complete list since there are so many great fics (so hmu if you'd like more recs or are looking for something specific), and the fics are not in any particular order.

Multi-chapter/ novel length

Before the Third Star by rainedparade (162 096 words, rated E)

When it was the two of them, the pitch became their world and the ball, their very own sun.

A story about football, love, and life featuring Leo and Kun from 2005-2010. Takes place in an alternate reality with liberal use of the butterfly effect.

This feels like an account of what could have happened. Many scenes that draw on real events etc. A very beautiful story of boys who love football and each other.

A Messi Love by stillgold (69 188 words, rated E)

Kun knew he never should have had that last drink. Now he's gone and spilled his deep dark secret to Masche. And why is Kun's feelings for Leo the only secret Masche can't keep?

A good story with excellent smut.

two bodies pressed together by yvenger (jjjat3am) (6015 words, rated T)

"If I weren't a footballer, I would be a footballer's wife." - Kun Aguero

or

The one where Kun has to retire from football early and becomes Leo's househusband instead.

A little sad at the very beginning, but then very cute and domestic.

A Matter of Biology by MessiFangirl (hpdm4ever) (25 701 words, rated E)

Nicolás guides him down the hall, body still tight with tension. “You shouldn’t be alone,” his friend says, a hint of a growl in his voice. “Not anywhere until we’re back in England. We don’t really know if it’s true about how they do things here. The last thing we need is you mated to some neanderthal from Russia. It would probably be the end of your career.”

“They were being perfectly nice,” Kun says, frowning. Instead, he takes a deep breath as the familiar scents of his teammates wash over him, trying to raise his spirits again. It’s what gives him the strength to add, “I’m allowed to do things differently here. You’re the one who was being rude.”

The a/b/o fic I didn't expect to love as much as I did.

By the Rio de la Plata I sat down and wept by whimsicule (48 904 words, rated M)

Buenos Aires AU. Kun is part of the city's social elite, drifting without any sense of responsibility and purpose. A chance encounter with a childhood friend puts his life into perspective.

AU that has nothing to do with football. My favorite fic of all time; any genre, any fandom, any pairing. What an absolute masterpiece. It broke my heart, but in the most beautiful way. I cried, and then I cried some more. And then i reread it.

One shots

Prayers by ren_makoto (3418 words, rated E)

How do you worship a god? Kun Aguero shows his reverence to one D10S de Futbol. But gods can be spoiled, complicated creatures...

"He's seen fans almost kill themselves jumping down from the stands to hug Leo, kiss him, bow down at his feet. Nearly drowning themselves to swim to his yacht. He's seen fans cry in joy when Leo gives them his shirt or a hug. This is his equivalent, Kun imagines. This is as close as he comes to praying anymore."

Hot and a bit angsty. Actually really angsty if you think about it.

Tonight Is For You by MessiFangirl (hpdm4ever) (3199 words, rated T)

Nobody approaches him, perhaps aware that he's fighting to maintain his composure. The Icelandic players are respectful enough that they give him his space, while the Argentine players are wise enough to know that he needs it.

There's a light touch against his bare back then, right against his waistband, and Leo lowers his shirt to glare.

I just love it when Kun get's a little angry. I mean I also love it when he gives Leo anything he needs, but when he puts his foot down, it makes for very good plot. This fic has that.

Make it better by brightcrystal (4324 words, rated E)

After Argentina's semi-final defeat against Brazil in the Copa América 2019, Leo is devastated and Kun wants to help him feel better. Going down a familiar path is the easy choice, but is it the right one when the kisses are mixed with bitter tears of disappointment?

A bit of fluff, a bit of angst, and a bit of smut. Can't go wrong with that.

short beards are for fun by mm_nani (834 words, rated E)

leo has shaved his beard short and this is why

Hot and fun. Made me smile.

Todo Por Vos by stillgold (1286 words, rated G)

There’s nothing to say, but the words come unbidden. “Hoy por vos”, he whispers. Today for you. For you. He could have said todo por vos, all for you, and it would have been true.

Maybe Leo understands, or maybe Leo already knew—maybe Leo, with his dark eyes and his quiet mouth—maybe he can see better than others can. It seems like it on the pitch, but maybe that skill translates here too—maybe it sees Kun’s yearning, his hunger, his ache, his everything—all for Messi, todo por el.

I just reread this as I went to copy the link and GOD it's so... I can't even describe it! It's just.... The feelings, u kno???? No smut or nothing just... words and.... and FEELINGS!!!

sometimes your voice might just be enough by westhamutd (1773 words, rated M)

“hey kun. how are you doing?”

he hears kun yawn on the other end of the line and starts to laugh.

“oh you’re tired? it’s literally four in the morning here.”

--

things you said on the phone at 4am

This manages to be both cute and hot in less than 2000 words.

[actualbird]

Many things confuse me about alcohol and drinking culture but by far the weirdest thing for me is how beer is somehow seen as both tasting like shit and the best choice for your first alcoholic drink. Almost everyone I have ever met will go on and on about how beer tastes horrible and everything else tastes so much better and then go by the way if you wanna try drinking start with beer and I just go hUH??????

I think soju's starting to take over beer as the best choice for a first alcholic drink though which honestly is for the best. I don't hear nearly as many complaints about the taste of soju.

Aaaaa I'm really tempted to watch the cn server cards. I've heard so many good things about them and will gladly watch someone else watch them but for some reason I can't bring myself to just watch them myself. Vyn's dynamic with his dad sounds so interesting though! I'm glad it doesn't seem unsalvageable since from what I know of his backstory it really didn't seem like his father had bad intentions. Maybe I'll watch it if I get Vyn's RRG card...

From the post I read about wine and its scams apparently the label is really easy to fake so all Marius would have to do is successfully fool Vyn into actually believing him. Still easier said than done but I can absolutely see him try.

🌌

eyyo, milkyway :DDD

irt beer and soju:

man mannNNN SAME FRIGGING HAT!!! i mean, maybe i see the logic here? first alcoholic drink SHOULD taste like shit, maybe. so that ur expectations r down waaaaay low from the beginning HAHA

SOJUUUUUUUU!!! SOJU MY BELOVED!!!! oh im v glad soju is taking over, i rlly love soju tho it only got popular over here like around 2017 i think. but ever since then, yep! v popular! my fave soju flavor is the peach one but even with the flavors, i cant drink soju On Its Own cuz the alcohol taste is still strong (as it does pack a respectable amount of alcohol content) but it's nowhere near the bad taste of beer. beer tastes bad, soju tastes like clean and crisp <3

a clean crisp taste i compliment by taking soju and mixing it with equal parts sprite and yakult. it may sound odd for some, but trust me. this works. it's AWESOME

irt cn server cards and vyn and his father:

the cards from the cn server are VERY GOOD but i totally understand if u maybe wanna wait until they come out on the global server!!! like, the global server's timeline has already been noted to be uhhhh worryingly sped up (i talked about it in several asks before but i cant find the links huhu) so we supposedly wont have to wait as long for certain events. bbuuut vyn's bday is fixed tho, it's not moving KJBKJS

YEA YEA the vibes i get between vyn and his father r rlly like "mistakes were made, things couldve been better" but not on purpose. which, personally, is a kind of relationship and history that i find very very interesting since like, when relationships go into this gray area between hate and love, it's harder to navigate. but theres also waaaayyy more space for stories to tell.

i REALLY WANT VYN'S RRG CARD!!! or, well, when the JP dub comes out, i'll watch it since my gacha luck is shit. but the vyn rrg card, ive been told, is filled with VYN LORE. so i need to KNOW.

(also i want the vyn rrg card bc of that card's second evolution. i wanna be able to toss probably-drunk!vyn at an opponent in a debate)

and lastly irt marius fuckin with vyn:

Marius, before entering Vyn's office, removes a d20 die from his pocket. On a nearby desk, Marius does a flat roll with the die as he mutters "deception" to himself.

He rolls a Natural 20.

Marius grins, now full of placebo effect confidence, as he pockets the die once more and kicks the door to Vyn's office open. "HEY, DOC, I'VE GOT THIS GREEEEAAAATT GIFT FOR YOUUUUUU!"

[avungerthatgotaway]

Imagine Avengers finding out that you have a boyfriend

Heyy guys! I made another fanfic, Avengers fining out you have a boyfriend. This one is gonna be about Steve and Bucky the most, others will be just mentioned. Soo for a boyfriend I took one of my current celebrity crushes Jake Bongiovi. I don't think yall lnow him sooo that's why pictures are here. First 2 are of Jake. Things to know are that he's 16 in the story timeline and he's amazing at football. 3rd picture is of band Bon Jovi. Picc is from 80s and I put it here so you understand the plot. Jake's dad is Jon Bon Jovi, he's the middle one. And last picture is of Jon Bon Jovi how he looks now. Sooo this is taking place in 2018 (because of Bon Jovi plot) but I'm not following the Avengers time line. And Jake is originally living in New Jersey, but I had to change it to New York. Hope you enjoy, if you have any advice feel free to write it. And also requests are opened xx

Warnings: none

Genre: I'm not good at deciding this but let's say it's a little drama romance and funny (at least I hope so)

I own nothing except the plot

*and alsooo before I get started, I saw u guys writing a wordcount, but it never shows me when I write ficc so yeaa... any help?😂

You don't know how you ended up kissing Jake, in front of avengers tower, but it happened. He was an incredible guy, you had feelings for him for quite some time now. But you wouldn't admit it. Apparently he had feelings for you too...

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It all started few months ago, when Tony asked you to go with him to Bon Jovi's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inducting. A big fan of rock music you are, you said yes right away. It was amazing! So exciting! And Tony as Tony had some backstage passes, because he just HAD to meet the band. You trailed behind him backstage, and told him you're gonna get yourself a drink. You poured some apple juice in your cup, when suddenly you bumped into someone. It was a gorgerous boy, he couldn't be much older than you. The problem was that he held his phone in one hand, and you had a cup of juice in yours, so somehow his phone ended up in your juice now...

Finally he looked down at you. "Ohh I'm so sorry" he said. You were shocked. His phone is basically dead now, and he apologises. It wasn't even his fault. It was soo different than guys you're used to. "Ohh no, it's my fault, I'm sorry. And your phone is dead now sorry." "No need to apologise, I should've watched where I was going. And never mind for the phone. What's your name?" he asked. "It's Y/N." "It's a beautiful name. I'm Jake, nice to meet you." ...

And that's where you guys clicked. You exchanged phone numbers, and started texting each other. Soon you found out that Jake is living in New York, as you. It didn't take him long to ask you out. You went out as friends at least once a week.

-

Today was different tho. He was acting a little weird, even nervous. When he walked you to Avengers tower, he became even more nervous. "Wait Y/N, I gotta something to tell you first uhmm..." "Huh? What is it?" "Well, I uhmm.. I- " "Jake what's goi-" and that's all you got to say, because in next moment you felt his lips on yours. It was the best feeling ever. When you parted, he said "I love you Y/N. I know it's too soon, but I've had this feelings for a long time." "I love you too Jake." you simply replied, and hugged him.

What you didn't know is that 2 best friends avengers were watching you from a window, plotting Jakes death, how dare he kisses you!?!?"

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You said your goodbyes to Jake, and went to tower. You wanted to call your friend and tell what happened AsAp. But, you had to be careful, avengers can't hear you. Especially Steve and Bucky.

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You became an avenger when Steve showed up in your doorstep telling you to help him with something in Germany. You had water powers, so your family didn't like you. When everything ended, Steve and Tony stopped arguing. Steve offered you to stay with them, and you accepted. Sice then, avengers were like a family to you. Steve and Bucky were like brothers. 2 best friends since childhood, and two of them mostly watched over you. They were always there for you, but they were protective. You couldn't imagine what poor Jake would go through if they found out about you.

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As soon as you came in, you've heard someone clearing throat behind you. "Bucky we said we don't need dramatic coughs!" You reckognised vioce as Steves. "It's called leaving an impression Steve". You turned around, and saw Bucky rolling his eyes at Steve. But Steve was wasting no time "Who is that boy you just kissed Y/N? Why are you even kissing someone, you are just 16!" You decided to tell the truth, I mean if they saw you kissing, there's not much left to say. "Well, he is my boyfuhwhwu-" your response got muffled by Buckys hand. "Don't even say that word out loud. You are totally not allowed to have a boyfriend" Bucky said. "Whaat? How can you forbid me to have a boyfriend?!?? You can't do it." "Well, seems like I just did. No boyfriend until you get married" Buck replied. "No no no" Steve said "she'll need to date a guy before they get married. What if he's an idiot? He's totally gonna be an idiot. So maybe it's better of she doesn't date at all." "I agree. We need to set an age restriction to dating. What do you think is optimal?" Bucky asked. "Well, you know 37 isn't that bad. But if we're already that close, let's say 40, so it's easier to remember." "40 is okay for me. Than it's setteled. 40 it is."

"HEEEY I'M HERE IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE!!" you yelled.

"Well it's your lucky day Y/N! You have to wait only 24 years more to date!" Bucky exclaimed.

You tried arguing with guys some more, but ut didn't work out well. You ended up in you room, still kinda angry when you got a text from Jake:

"Hey Captain America just left my room. He threatened he'll kill me if I continiue dating you, uhmm... I'm confused??"